That Precious Distant Thing Called Dream

“It’s the possibility that keeps me going not the guarantee,
a sort of wager on my part” – Nicholas Sparks

And the question still stands: What is love?

Maybe love is setting your eyes on something so distant and looking at it as if it’s the most precious thing you’ve ever seen. Maybe love means having an unexplainable obsessive attachment to one thing that was never even close enough. Maybe love is being brave enough to get your hopes up, aware of the possibility that the pull of gravity may double and your hopes might end up in free fall.

Love is probably having things figured out. And believe me, you had it all figured out. You say you’re still unsure of what you want to happen and who you want to be. You know that’s not true. The more confused you think you are, the more certain you actually are. The more you know of what you badly want, the more you understand that it is difficult to take possession of it. You tend to forget that it’s not easy because it’s worth it. And so you convince yourself you want something else instead.

The reason this is a messed up world is because one person is living the dream of another, and so nobody ever feels fulfilled. You deny your destiny. You let other people create your fate. You allow external forces to brainwash you into believing that you should work your ass off  to have “better things.” But deep inside you know for yourself that the “better things” would never be good enough. They would never be good enough because they could never fill the gaps.

Your dream is not a person with its own mind and emotions. Your dream does not have an option to leave or run away. It just stays still in one distant corner, waiting for you. What makes it so difficult to achieve are the hindrances that come your way and the detours you take.

Giving up and holding are two kinds of struggle, and though they appear to be very different, they actually have a  commonality– both cause you to lose yourself in the process. Nevertheless, it’s the aftermath that counts. It is what differentiates one from the other. When you give up, you lose yourself in such a way that your past and present haunts you. From the time you discovered what your passion is, to the time you promised yourself you would chase your dreams, up to the time you decided you can’t go on anymore– all these times will be your ghosts until only God knows when. On the other hand, if you choose to hold on, you lose yourself in such a way that the future greatly terrifies you. And what’s so wrong with that? The unknown frightens almost everyone.

To love is to risk happiness. But the hard thing about love and passions is that oftentimes, you cannot choose them. It’s as if they choose you. When it’s there, it’s there and you just can’t get it out of your system. It’s like you’re born with a magnet in the core of your being. You encounter different things and it’s just stick or repel. Sometimes, you try to force two opposing poles to stick together. In a split of a second you may be successful. But you know it won’t last long. Certain things are meant for specific things and nothing else.

There are no guarantees in life, only possibilities. And it should be enough to keep you going. The world is not fair but it is most probably equally unfair to everyone. Don’t let the beautiful “could be’s” wind up being painful “could have been’s.” Take chances. Have faith.

Though it might not be… it may be