I’m hitting 41 this year and yet I feel like a kid. I feel more alive than ever. I remember when I was in high school, I loved writing. I was one of the editors of the school newsletter and was so proud of my work even though it probably wasn’t all that great! I had the passion and the love for writing. Even though I was not fortunate enough to study writing after graduation, my first Masters was in Creative Writing and now I blog whenever time permits.
As I get older I realize more of what I want to be. I say be and not do because ambition should be derived from the heart. I can recall the days and nights of writing poetry in my diary when I was in my late teens and early twenties. I did that purely because that was my way of expressing myself. Today, I still write as it eases my mind and I feel alive.
We all have dreams especially when we were kids. The dreams could have been as simple as being the best person you could be or earning a million dollars or it could be being a jewellery designer. Whatever your dreams were, are they dead now or are you living it?
I would like to share something Rabten, my Budhhist teacher shared recently. He said during the death meditation which is done at night, we say our byes to everyone and everything, including our dreams and the people that have done us wrong or vice versa. Would there be any regrets? Something we can ponder about. Because when we get up the next morning, we are blessed with another day. Does that give us the courage to make our dreams come true? If our dreams was to be the best teacher, are we giving the kids the best they deserve or are we presenting a mediocre lesson because we are too drained to care? Are we treating one another with kindness or manipulating others because we can. Live each day has it is the last. Make each day count. Make each experience with people around matter. Tomorrow may not come.
“Believe in your dreams. They were given to you for a reason.” — Katrina Mayer