Summer ended, and it’s time to go back to school. Neighbors gather at the bus stop waiting for the trip to school. I remember taking the bus early in the morning. In the morning, most of the other kids were sleeping, unlike the loud rambunctious ride home. The morning bus ride for me was my time. I could look out the window and dream of what comes after school, what I will do, and who I will be. My dreams could have been sparked by television the night before, or something I saw out the window.
What I was doing back then as a child is what most children do. They dream; they invent things; they think about what if and how come. What happens to that child in all of us? Why do we stop dreaming? I think we convince ourselves that dreaming is a cost. It costs us time; it costs us the pain of disappointment; it costs us friends who won’t dream with us.
The greatest gift we have is the mind, and it’s our dreams and imagination that feed our mind.
“When we believe dreams are a waste of time, we are doomed to reside in someone else’s reality”
Dreams are the birth place for creativity. When we dream, our subconscious records a possible future episode of our reality. Those of us who allow others to turn off our imaginations must instead seek out those who fuel our imagination. What is the purpose if the greatest gift we have is our mind, but we refuse to feed it with our dreams and imagination?
If only the world would find time to imagine a better world, as John Lennon sang. Could the world actually get better? Maybe improving the world should start with improving ourselves. We should go back in time in our minds and get on our school bus, go to that place and dream. Start imagining what could be different. Start exploring what could be better.
Dream
