You know sometimes when you write things and they sound fine as you’re writing them, but as your read your own words afterwards, how they might come across differently? Well, I re-read yesterday’s post this morning and totally got that feeling.
Specifically when I wrote: “With this in mind, whether God grants you your dreams or not, if you have this very type of hope within you, do those plans or dreams even matter?”. It makes it sound as though your own dreams don’t matter, and that’s not what I was trying to say. I mean, that is a bit harsh! Especially myself, as a big dreamer; always gazing at the skies.
But y’know, I put a question mark there at the end, because it’s a legitimate question I have with God. It’s nothing definitive or directive, just something I’ve been wondering about. How do our dreams play into His plan, if even at all?
Maybe it’s like in Inception, where an idea that’s Inception’d, becomes this great source of motivation and inspiration, one that could change an entire outlook on life.
Back when I was in school and even coming out, I had this plan, not an entire concrete plan, but a list of milestones that I wanted to hit in a certain order. It was a list that included career direction, “stuff” (having a home, where I’d be living, what I’d be driving), family, relationships and so forth. But I had an epiphany after getting out of school: wouldn’t life be boring if it went along the way I planned it?
I certainly don’t think it’s bad to dream, but I think it can turn bad if you anchor your life to just one picture in your head; an “ideal” picture that would take precedence over all other aspects in your life. Life is full of colour and spontaneity. Imagine all the greatness we’d miss out on.