The conversations around me are very interesting but I also enjoy listening to those who will avail themselves for one on one chats. Most of these can be engaging but occasionally it’s all I can do not be obvious I’ve long ago checked out of the discussion. My discipline to stay fully alert has not yet been refined but I am a work in progress.
I have been intrigued lately with listening to the longings of the heart. I sometimes fall face first into those painful talks, where it seems as though the only dream my chatterbox has is to live someone else’s life. It usually manifests in the predictable ways, “wouldn’t it be cool to have what they have….did you see them on such and such….did you hear about so and so dating……”, you get the picture.
Now and again I can’t help myself to want to plant seedlings of thoughts. I try not to do it out of any kind of malice, just a real desire to have them explore their own dreams of who they want to be. There is an incredible reward to be had when you see someone’s eyes light up at remembering some long ago dream they were passionate about.
We are a people who need to be reminded of the longings we carry deep in our hearts. The longings buried so deep we have forgotten them altogether. There is a reason we become stirred by music, poems, books, movies, art and the like. They remind us of the deeper things within us. They remind us of who we were supposed to be before the world taught us we had to abandon our dreams and settle for getting by.
It’s time for the dreams to live again.