I remember dreaming about becoming who I am.
There were moments when I dreamed about holding a stethoscope and using it to listen to another human heart.
Now that I’m actually doing it, does that mean I can no longer dream about it?
It’s interesting how a person can dream something into their life, whether it’s a person; career; family; car; house; or something else altogether. Either way, once it transpires, it becomes a part of who they are, and we no longer have to dream about it because it becomes the reality.
Does that mean I can no longer dream and that I become boring?
Maybe now I can appreciate my reality. Maybe that itself is beyond my wildest dreams. Maybe living the reality of your dream is even more fulfilling than dreaming to begin with. Either way, thank God for dreams and for having a place to start, and for bringing them from a dream state to reality.
Maybe it’s not about aiming for the stars or looking at someone else’s life for guidance, but aiming for our own dreams. That has to be the greatest accomplishment of them all. But I thank God for being able to look to the stars for guidance and for help making it come true.
Maybe that’s what it really means “to live the dream,” my own dream.