Dreaming is the rebellion of the soul
against the limits of the day.
When the world says be practical,
the mind whispers what if.
Dreams are not escapes
they are rehearsals for becoming.
They arrive unannounced,
wearing doubt like a disguise,
asking only for belief before proof.
To dream is to risk disappointment,
but to refuse is to live already defeated.
Every great change began
as something unreasonable
in someone’s quiet moment.
Dreams stretch time forward.
They let us borrow hope from tomorrow
and spend it today.
They hurt sometimes
because seeing more
means feeling more.
But a life without dreams
is just survival dressed as routine.
So dream wildly, even when tired.
Especially then.
For the future does not belong
to those who wait patiently,
but to those who imagine it first
and dare to walk toward it
with shaking hands
and an unshaken heart.
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