Dreams of Peace.

Dreams of Peace

A friend of mine, to some extent, disagreed with my thoughts about being a dreamer and hoping for a gentle life. My friend is as ever practical, get on with it and get things done. We need people like this also in life. So I do not think we disagree maybe we see the means of arriving at the fulfilment of our hopes will be achieved in different ways.

To be really honest more than one of my friends thought the same way. I will go on dreaming and hoping.   I cannot remember feeling in such a good place as I am feeling right now, not for many years. Not since the days, I walked around wearing a kaftan and bells and giving people flowers as symbols of hope and peace.

Those were good times when people actually believed that things could be changed for the better. We have come a long way since then. Now so many people just do not care. We have environmental studies at university and in every school and yet the planet is in a worse state now than it ever was.

So I say, bring on the dreamers, and continue to hope that one day soon, before it is too late, we will begin to make changes and the doers and the dreamers embrace and work together.  I think then we will stand with all the sages and messiahs who preached the same kind of message.

Here is a tale about a man of dreams who never gave up.

"American history shall march along that skyline," announced Gutzon Borglum in 1924, gazing at the Black Hills of South Dakota. 

In 1927 Borglum began sculpting the images of George Washington, Abraham Lincoln, Thomas Jefferson, and Theodore Roosevelt on the granite face of 6,000-foot Mount Rushmore. Most of the sculpting was done by experienced miners under Borglum's direction. 

Working with jackhammers and dynamite, they removed some 400,000 tons of outer rock, cutting within three inches of the final surface. When Borglum died in March 1941, his dream of the world's biggest sculpture was near completion. 

His son Lincoln finished the work that October, some 14 years after it was begun. The dream became the reality. 

And another.

It started like so many evenings. Mother and Father at home and Jimmy playing after dinner. Mother and Father were absorbed with jobs and did not notice the time. It was a full moon and some of the light seeped through the windows. 

Then Mother glanced at the clock. "Jimmy, it's time to go to bed. Go up now and I'll come and settle you later."

  

Unlike usual, Jimmy went straight upstairs to his room. An hour or so later his mother came up to check if all was well, and to her astonishment found that her son was staring quietly out of his window at the moonlit scenery. 

"What are you doing, Jimmy?" "I'm looking at the moon, Mum." 

"Well, it's time to go to bed now." As one reluctant boy settled down, he said, "Mum, you know one day I'm going to walk on the moon."

  

Who could have known that the boy in whom the dream was planted that night would survive a near-fatal motorbike crash which broke almost every bone in his body, and would bring to fruition this dream 32 years later when James Irwin stepped on the moon's surface, just one of the 12 representatives of the human race to have done so? 

It was Edgar Allen Poe who said, "Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things that escape those who dream only by night. "

So it seems that there is room for the realists and room for the dreamers but the more of us who are brave enough to dream dreams we hope can inspire those who just take life as it is and encourage them to greater and greater things. 

The best way to make our dreams become reality is to wake up. 

Have a wonderful day and again I say dream great dreams.