Lightening Bugs

Is it fear... or is it simply a sense of practicality?

There are dreams that I have held tightly for as long as I can remember. And that's all; I've only held onto them, never putting them to any real use. My dreams are made of such improbable, impossible stuff. How could anything real come from something that echos so loudly of fantasy.

Am I only being realistic when I abandon my dreams, because I'm not tall enough to reach them? Or are my inhibitions the cause of my inability to reach them? Have I conditioned myself to give up on my dreams out of fear, all the while claiming that I am only being realistic?

The line between realism and simple giving up is so blurred. Do my fears cause me to settle for substitute dreams? Have I become complacent, apathetic to the whether my dreams ever become reality, because it is too difficult to make them real? Or have I found an alternative based on practical facts of life?

Even though I hold on to my dreams, every once and a while, in a safe and secluded place, I'll let go of them. I'll let them float around. Then I'll chase them. I have run around in circles for hours, trying to catch a precious dream, and make it last until the morning. Dreams are elusive.

If I want one, I guess I'll need to give up everything else. Am I ready to sacrifice my whole world to make a dream come true? How do I even know what I really dream about? What if I only think I want a certain thing? How dangerous would the world be...if my dream actually came true?

Maybe the fear to do something persuades us to dream about it. Myabe dreams are only visions of who we wish we could be. Then, is anything keeping my dreams from coming true? Were these dreams even meant to come true in the first place? Or are they only meant to be dreamt about? Is there any possibility of dreams coming true, or are they hopeless from the beginning?

What stops dreams from coming true?

It's me.

I keep my dreams from achieving the status of reality.

Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night. {Edgar Allan Poe}