What happens to our children in the absence of a dream?
I recently discovered, within our youth, the absence of dreams. I’m afraid that what this breeds for us is a society of people who only live in the moment and do not value their lives nor understand that more exists in the world beyond the experiences of the moment and that day. This means they do not think of their actions and the consequences of those actions. They move through life without fear. They have no goals and do not believe they have anything to look forward to.
It’s disheartening. Dreams are what we chase. Dreams give us goals. Dreams point us in a direction. Sometimes I do not know if we even allow ourselves to dream to the heights that our future has in store for us. Let alone, having no dreams at all. The absence of a dream is worse than a dream deferred – because they do not even grasp that there is more. I cannot fathom.
Isn’t it our jobs to ignite the light, which burns in each of them? It is not enough that we birth them; we have to water and groom and plant the will and the desire to dream, which will allow them to set goals toward capturing those dreams. I worry night after night, trying to figure out how we – as adults – can inspire and propel them into caring about the future. In the absence of dreams, our children lose their humanity.
Dreams cost nothing. With things becoming increasingly more difficult in the world, the only thing that can bring you back to a comfortable place in your heart and soul is the connection to something meaningful, the hope of something better and the dream of something bigger than oneself in its current state of perfect imperfections. Whose job is it to inspire our children to wake them up and to give them hope? Isn’t it mine? Isn’t it yours?
Love is in the details.
Years ago, my mentor told me those five simple words. Through their simplicity, however, was a power. I did not realize at the moment, though, how true they would ring to my life’s purpose, today. It explains my obsession with the details of my life, my surroundings, my being. Although many would frown upon obsessing over and loving the details of oneself to the degree that I do, I disagree. The details of me are uniquely made for me – as are the details of you. Our details are uniquely tailored for each of us, and that is what separates us from all of the other remarkable humans in the world competing for the same goals as I am, or as you are.
From an early age, I have always been cognizant of the way I present myself – in mind, body and spirit – whenever I meet someone on the street. It’s a 24-hour job to care and tend to yourself, but if you don’t do it, who will? However challenging it may be, digging deep to constantly improve who you are and the details of YOU are hours well spent.
I care about those details in young people I meet. I care about the way they carry themselves and what message it says to not only the world, but to them; how they, themselves, comprehend the outward appearance they are presenting. Who pays attention to their own details like that? Am I vain or do I care about the message I put out about Dwana? Do you care about the message put out about you? I can control little when it comes to what people think of me, but by focusing on the details of my being, perhaps I have the power to inspire and influence those in and around my life.
Remember, my life is not my own. I feel I should pay attention to my contribution to society. Our youth see, feel, hear and sense everything. It starts with self. How empowered they would feel if they take this same attitude about the details of themselves. Love is in the details.