Dreams and other things for resting your head upon

 

Here I am, sitting on the balcony on the eleventh floor, fighting to reclaim something I believe I might have lost on the way here. 

It has been awhile since I've blogged, but that is quite trivial when compared to the fact that I have not written anything worthwhile in ages. You do not need to blog to produce something revolutionary. You just merely need to put your thoughts on paper... or, in some cases, on the screen. What matters is you get those ideas out, and then perhaps, some magic might happen. 

Things have been nothing short of magical for me over the past year or so, and particularly since I recently got married - a fairytale that most young girls dream of for more than half their lives. 

But that for me is not enough to satisfy. There are things, buried within the depths of my soul, which require excavating and pondering over. I do not speak of even the profound things like what does my life amount to or what legacy do I hope to leave behind. I merely am thinking of my passions in life and what I ought to do with them. 

Dreams. That's what they are, for the most part. 

To the average person who does not know God nor care for His existence, perhaps pursuing a dream or passion to the very end would be a noble and possibly even wise option.

But for those of us who desire to make more of our lives than simply achieve the self-actualisation that Maslow spoke of, there is an additional factor to consider: what does God make of my dreams? Which ones among them have been approved or even planted by Him and how do I distinguish them from my own selfish lusts and ambitions? 

Which dreams do I leave behind and which do I carry forward with me into the unknown future? 

These are the thoughts that tug at my heart strings. 

Perhaps a dream isn't quite all it's hyped up to be. 

It could be that responsibility, faith, commitment, optimism, love or some other great truth may overtake its importance. 

By the end of my life, it is likely the things that matter to me now will not amount to much, while the things I often did not make much of will prove to be  priceless.