August Strindberg once said, “I dream, therefore I exist.” With this, I believe what separates mankind from any other living creature is a our ability to dream, and daring to do it. Instead of being trapped only in the present and limited to basic survival, we challenge the future. The Lord gave us dreams in the form of knowledge, as both a blessing and a curse. Humanity either strides for progress and success, or fears and questions what lies ahead. But in any sense, we dream because we want to give life worth to God and ourselves. We all dream in our sleep- imagining and reshaping what reality should hold. Our sub-conscience plays with the secret hopes and wishes in our mind, the most natural form of a dream. And in real life, the power of a dream is that it can come true, and its destiny is completely up to you. The concept of a dream is relative, since it can range from a personal goal to a nation’s revolution. We hold them close, even as their existence lies far away.
Martin Luther King is known for his most powerful phrase “I have a dream…” Which reveals the powerful range of one idea born from one dream. At a simple level, he desired a safer, justified future for his children. Yet in that want, he represented the African American people. In speaking for those people, he addressed the state of America and its principles of freedom. In that one line, he began his heartfelt call for civil equality. And it began with a dream.”I have a dream…” Is the ultimate open-ended statement, and Americans remember it because it echoes each and every one of their motives for living. It is a grand, regal, infinite right, to have a dream. It makes us step up from the daily routines of our lives, in search for something more. Dreams fulfill us.
The way I see it, humanity has its own vineyard to produce grapes. Row after row people join the field, and can pick to their heart’s delight. Every grape on the vine is a dream, and we are the harvesters.
A person has the liberty to do whatever with what he picks, and this free will comes to define his existence- whether he is nourished, waiting for more, or prospering from this fruit, this dream. Anyone can take a grape from the world’s vine, in its juicy orb of vitality, but the next step with this dream is crucial. Should I eat it right now and taste the sour-sweetness but for only a second? Then the dream is gone as quickly as it came, lost to stomach, and too many grapes eaten this way make one sick. Could I maybe hold onto to the grape, and carry it close for a snack? I can save it for the day when no other food is around, and it perfectly satisfies my appetite. That is the best, I would think, to have patience with a dream until the need for it encourages its success. Yet others come to the vineyard with bigger ambitions in mind, ones that cannot be limited to youth or a lifetime. They take many grapes, to ferment a bitter but beautiful wine. It’s a wine they can have multiple drinks of in old age, to relish in their overall sense that life has been completed with much action but without many regrets.
Now the last choice is the worst to see. What if you are wary of picking the grape, always wondering how it tastes? What if you leave the grapes alone, pass by your part of the vineyard? If you are held back from lack of confidence or courage, nature will take its course. The grapes do not last forever, and will instead shrivel in the sun. They will become raisins. And while you can still choose to eat them, they will never be the same dream as when you first thought to pick them in youth. A raisin will be dry and enveloped by bitterness, a dream lost as a gray memory.So if I exist because I dream, if I choose to pick the grape and save it, I have brought meaning to my life. It’s time to dream and do. The question is, will you?
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Langston Hughes