I’m currently reading Augusto Cury’s The Dreamseller and now I find myself completely captivated by it. That’s saying a lot considering I’m not even halfway into the novel. There are stories that make you think about life, love, pain and relationships, and I’ve always enjoyed those. But then there are times, rare ones, when you come across a story that makes you think about your life, your love, your pain and your relationships. The Dreamseller, to me, is like that.
Fifty pages into the book, the question, “What is your greatest dream?” is asked, quite a number of times actually. The first time I read it, I literally had to stop reading and put the book down because the question really struck me. It made me think about what my greatest dream is. And then it made me think about whether having to think about what my greatest dream is makes my answer untrue or insincere. I mean, if it is indeed my greatest dream, why would it take awhile for me to come up with it? Shouldn’t our greatest dream supposed to be ingrained in our mind, heart and soul? It’s like asking your dad who his greatest love is, and he takes a pause first before saying your mom’s name. Shouldn’t answering that question come naturally or automatically? After all, our greatest dream should be one of the driving forces in our life, right?
And just in case you’re wondering, I do have my greatest dream. It took me awhile to figure out what it is, but when I did, I realized how absolutely certain I was, and still am, with my answer.
What is your greatest dream?
I think most people find that question daunting, if not terrifying. One reason could be how the answer to that question can reveal everything about you, strip you bare, and people don’t like that. It’s kind of like being a senior in college and being constantly asked about what your plans are after graduation. Or being in a job interview and getting asked, “So how do you see yourself ten, fifteen years from now?” I’m sure we all have answers to those questions. When we get asked that, something or a lot of things automatically pop up in our heads. But we still have that moment of hesitation anyway because we’re terrified of people knowing what we want, because what we want says a lot about the kind of person we are.
Mostly, though, I think it’s because a lot of us are afraid to admit, not just to others but to ourselves, what it is we’re really searching for in life. When it comes down to it, we’re torn between choosing to go after something great and near impossible and choosing to go after something that isn’t as great but attainable. We’re afraid of our dream being too small to even be considered a dream, or we’re afraid of our dream being too big and crazy that we wouldn’t know where to begin chasing it. Most of all, we’re afraid of our dream not being the dream we want for ourselves.
Dreams aren’t for practical people, I figure. Dreams aren’t for the starry-eyed either, not the real ones at least.
No, dreams are for honest people. The honest and brave. Why? Because to know our greatest dream is to know ourselves. And knowing who we are, the good, the bad and the ugly, is even more terrifying than answering what our plans are after graduation.
So now, I’m asking you. What is your greatest dream?