Maybe Dreams Are Just Dreams
Nothing more.
It's past 2:12 AM at the time of my writing this, and I can't sleep. Somehow, dreams have a way of keeping you awake instead of sleeping.
Do you ever believe all your dreams would become a reality? The lofty ones, the type of dreams your pastor says, “Ask God for something huge,” and you just go down on your knees and pour your heart out. Or the type that keeps you awake like me here—writing with no editing or structure—or have you speechless if it eventually happens.
Do you?
And in my quest to chase my dreams, I found myself stuck. You know, when you decide to give it your all and say, “fuck it, I'm going to shoot my shot,” but your steps become a U-turn back to where you were in the first place.
But I said I'm going to try again. What's the worst that could happen? But it seemed like the worst already happened the moment I went again.
Drenched in defeat, I wondered, “Maybe dreams are just dreams after all.”
Nothing more.
Maybe some dreams are just meant to keep us going. Or they are just meant to keep us up, giving us variant imaginations of us achieving them in the multiverse. So no need to nurture them.
Perhaps you do, but just in your heart.
With a glimpse of hope that the universe might bend to your will if you dream hard enough.
But wouldn't it be amazing to live in them? Not imaginations. Real life, this time. Wouldn't it be amazing?
Even though not every single one. But the deepest, the fondest, the biggest, or happiest ones of us in them.
Little things matter, but what if we get to have the biggest ones instead?
Then dreams wouldn't be just dreams anymore. So I will go back to bed and sleep, believing that I will one day open my eyes and find myself living in my dreams.
I would continue to cling to my dream with every ounce of hope and every fibre of being in me. I wouldn't dream alone, I would chase them like the last to do so is a fool type of race. More than that. I will wake up giving 1% till it becomes a 101.
Like if the world was ending, that would be the last thing to do.
Maybe dreams are actually just dreams. But dreams indeed come true.
For I have seen them and I will live them.
Here's a new song I'm currently listening to by a Nigerian artist and singer. Recovery by Esoterica:
https://open.spotify.com/track/30ExC7bZ2Kfn6Vq3uuigaU
(Still figuring out how to embed a song in a substack post)
I have the dreams of becoming a medical doctor at Chelsea football club, I always feel like this everytime, always asking myself how do you even want to get there, but yeah I would keep pushing and one day the dreams would become reality.
One day, we will get to live in the reality of our biggest dreams. One day🙏