In praise of dreaming
There are times when human beings must decide between following the prompting of their hearts and continued survival, between doing what feels right, and doing what seems prudent, if they want to see another day. When the world around us makes doing what feels right mortally dangerous, we either choose whatever right feeling thing is ‘the hill we want to die on’, or we join the resistance and become passionate dreamers. Even if we try to conform, I believe there will always be a part of us that, out of awareness, secretly rebels. Outwardly, we accommodate ourselves to the world as it currently exists, while inwardly finding subtle ways of staying true to our hearts’ true yearnings, ways that, for the most part, go undetected by the thought police. We bide our time. We wait, fortified by dreams, conscious or unconscious, of better times ahead. Afghanistan, Brunei, Iran, Mauritania,...
