Dreams

You dream. You spin your fancies. How many will be spoiled, I wonder? How many robbed of their luster?

Dreams like drops of rose. Fancies spun in rainbow colours. Like the gossamer wings of butterflies. Colourful, ephemeral, fragile. It's so easy to destroy someone's dreams, to kill it in fledgling stage, to nip it in the bud. Teenagers and above are more resistant to this kind of murder but what about children? So many times, some well meaning person, who has forgotten their own childhood, who genuinely wishes that those dear children be not deceive, ends up killing a bit of their dreams. Dreams like drops of rose. Fancies spun in rainbow colours. Like the gossamer wings of butterflies. Colourful, ephemeral, fragile.

Someone should mark them. Put a warning label. Because well meaning people kill dreams. Sometimes we forget that others are humans like us, we do things to people that we won't want to do to ourselves. We not only destroy dreams, we destroy self esteem, we destroy lives; all with our tongue.

You dream. You spin your fancies. Some will be fulfilled, others will die. Your fancies of elves and fairies. Of worlds filled with sunshine and rainbows. Of adventure and excitement might not come true, but you don't regret. Life would be too empty without any dreams. So you continue to spin and turn your world into a realm of beauty.

PS: Jesus loves you. Did you know? That at least is not a dream. So smile!