At night when I’m lying in bed, just before I go to sleep, I allow myself to dream. This is the time in which I used to fantasize about my fabulous job, or how everyone loves me because I’m a famous author, and how I’m super popular with absolutely everybody. But I don’t use that time, just before sleep, to dream up elaborate fantasies anymore.
Now, when I lie in bed, just before sleep, I dream that tomorrow will be better. Tomorrow will be the day when I can do the washing up. Tomorrow will be the day I’m able to have a shower. Tomorrow I’ll have the energy to clean and tidy our flat. And, if I’m really adventurous, that tomorrow I will be able to leave the confines of these rooms, even if just for an hour or two.
I don’t know a lot about daydreams and fantasies, but I know that mine are different from other people’s. Mostly because what I’m dreaming about doing is everyday occurrences for many, they have the luxury of dreaming big. Now, don’t get me wrong – I hope you are dreaming big, you deserve it. But this reigning in of my dreams is making me re-evaluate what I want in life. I no longer care about the big pay cheque (although I still want some money) or being famous. All I care about, right now, is my life, my health.
By all means, follow your dreams, but always remember, you are already living someone’s dream. You have food (my guess is that many in third world countries dream they will have enough to feed their families). You have shelter (think about the homeless) and you have more health than someone else (even when it doesn’t feel like it. Someone was just told they are going to die soon, someone else is crawling to the bathroom as they haven’t the strength to stand).