Tuesday, January 21, 2014

I’ve heard people say that if you want to follow a particular dream, talk about it. Tell people you’re going to do it. The idea is once everyone knows, you’ll be locked in.

I prefer to keep my dreams private, hidden away. Maybe it’s superstition. Maybe it’s wisdom. Maybe it’s fear. Maybe it is the absence of fear.

To hide something is to try to protect it. A dream needs protection. You can nurture a dream in silence.  A dream nurtured in silence is constantly fed. Once it’s released, once it’s spoken of too often, too freely, it’s gone somehow. Given away. No longer your own.

There is a time for everything. There is a time for nurturing a dream, for feeding it and exploring its possibilities. There is a time for preparation, for training, for acquiring, for gaining momentum. And there is a time for talking, for explaining, for telling. For shedding light on the hidden places. For opening up the bag, turning on the light.

An unspoken dream is not a dead dream. 

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