Dreams

Dreams; not the REM ones, but the ones that motivate us to act in certain ways, to choose certain paths- they are a strange thing. As children, we dream of the great accomplishments that we will make when we are adults: when we are so much wiser, richer, and able to do these tasks. But as we age, dreams change. They are not always motivated by fantastic ideas, grandieur in nature, created with a limitless imagination (as they are when we are children), but become more realistic, more "practical." But are they? Sometimes, yes. Adults sometimes dream of having a nice family with a nice, stable home and a good job. Some dream of writing prize winning novels or radio-worthy music, and dedicate their lives to these tasks. But others dream of wealth, fame, power, and influence. Greed and pride is the driving force behind these aspirations. And people become blind to the consequences of pursuing their dreams. Others are hurt, nations are driven apart, all for one person's gain. But what do they gain? In the end it is meaningless. Empty people are walking in hopes to fill their lives through self-gratification. Empty people are reaching into their empty souls, their resources dry, and this will go on for the rest of their life, for they will never be satisfied. But somewhere along the way, Someone presents himself to each and every one of us. He who holds within himself life, riches, and fulfillment in abundance. Those who realize their depravity and the hopelessness of their situation take freely what the Stranger has to offer. But pride and ignorance smothers the rest, and they choke, for their lifeless dreams bind them to a sealed room with no air. The window is there to be opened, but they stubbornly choose to die. Having God as your motivation and inspiration is the only way to fulfillment. Let him guide your dreams.