Hey You,

Why are you so afraid of my dreams? What makes you freak out every time you find me happy and hopeful? What is so unbearable about me speaking about the future in such positive optimistic tone?

Please tell me, why do you keep judging me and asking me to stop dreaming? Or else, why do you mock me so rudely asking me to stop dreaming because this is reality and it’s awful and dreadful as we both know it? Why do you refuse to even see a glimpse of hope and keep calling it rubbish and waste of time? What happened to your long-ago spirit that still kept some light even in the middle of the darkness!

You told me that you fear for me to get depressed if my dreams don’t come true. Well, so what? There will be more dreams to come and more hope to clutch to. There will always be a reason to get out of bed and watch the sunrise and listen to the birds and hear the kind voices of my loved ones. Your fear is ungrounded because what you really fear about is your own self!

You are so afraid of failure that you prefer to die within the limited prison in which you were confined since many years back. When you feel the light of freedom approaching, you prefer to stand there and watch and hopefully we all fail so you find a good reason for our mockery! Yet you can also benefit from it, because then you know well that all the prison walls will be lifted and also you will be free. Yet you refuse to take part only out of fear that maybe even your walls will no longer be there. You lack the courage to step up and fight for what is yours, yet you do intend to ride on its wave and even become the first to be carried forward. In short, you prefer to be the jackal than to join the lions.

Well, let me tell you this: I’m not afraid of dreams and am not afraid of hope! I am only tired of individuals like you who believe that anyone who has hopes is a loser or a lunatic who waste their lives. Here’s news for you: it’s only because of those lunatics that any change ever happened in the world! It’s only because some people had the courage to dream that something could ever be done.

Rest in your comfortable prison and enjoy the company of its cold brutal walls and your long sleepless dreamless nights. Keep the safety of your hopelessness and the mockery awaiting the dreamers just in case. I will not wait and wish the walls will disappear, and will not carry for life the shame of cowardice.

Keep your dark thoughts to yourself and let me live and hope and try. Maybe we can both enjoy the fruit of my insanity!

Adieu,

Me

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