Tuesday, November 18, 2008

A Little Note About Dreams

path of flower, picture taken at Ratu Boko temple, Jogjakarta, Indonesia

"Where your treasure is, there also will be your heart," the alchemist had told him.

But his heart was speaking of other things. With pride, it told the story of a sheperd who had left his flock to follow a dream he had on two different occassions. It told of Personal Legend, and of the many men who had wandered in search of distant lands or beautiful women, confronting the people of their times with their preconceived notions. It spoke of journeys, discoveries, books, and change..." (The Alchemist, Paolo Coelho, 1993, p. 159)

Tonight I found some messages from some old friends in my Friendster account. Some asked me, how did fly away from my nothingness to wonderful journeys in my life. How I metamorphed, how I arrived in totallly different times and spaces than the ones I used to belong years ago.

I have nothing much to say but quoting Coelho's words about the sheperd, and I'm just that sheperd like the one in The Alchemist, with similar hopes, dreams, worries, thoughts, and a little guts to bet with my life. I realize that the hardest part of life transformation is the imagery of leaving our comfort zone; of being accepted by the culture truism, the preconceived notions, up to the level when we have to revisit our salient belief, and our self-image. That, is what I call "a breakthrough".

It is really about the problem of being older. We all have our Personal Legend alive so strongly in our soul when we were young and innocent. We made believe, that one day we will become a pilot, doctor, princess, witch or whatever impossible, until the grown ups told us that we should stop imagining "impossible" things. And, as hardships hit us on the way when we grow up, we start to develop our belief, that being a grown up means that we must forget our careless dreams.

Forgive me if it sounds like I oversimplify the story. My references are Saint-Exupéry's Little Prince, Gibran's The Prophet, Coelho's The Alchemist and Byrne's The Secret, those are all so badly full of symbolic discourse in comparison to Dale Carnegie's books, for example. So symbolic, abstract yet optimistics they are that some people have said that I am an accute dreamer.

Somehow I lost my innocence too, and at that point, life becomes so dull and heavy. At the other hand, living with the innocent mind pumps my adrenalin that gives me the excitement that soars into courage to beat the challenges and moving on with my dreams. It's a pleasure to dive into the depth of the thoughts and wander into the width of the mind, instead of swimming shallowly, or walking with too near finish line in front of me...

Anyway, blame none if you cannot dream again, because, like what Saint-Exupéry's says, "...all grown-ups were children first, but few remember it..."

Maybe then, what matters now to reach wonderful things in life is not only about your wake up call. It's maybe should really start with a comfortable bed and pillow to lay your body down, to sleep tight, and live your sweet dreams...

*Almost morning, now it's time for me to sleep...

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