Who Let You In?

The thievery of my dreams is self-generated, usually arising with its inception. Because the harsh reality is that I am the thief. This persona takes on differing forms. Sometimes it’s apprehension, sometimes it manifests itself as procrastination. Either way, being proficient in stealing, I am fully loaded with excuses as why I should vacate “this silly little dream.” Once my mind is breached, the dream derailment is inevitable. It will be tossed on the mound of other dreams I’ve pilfered, relegated to the accumulated heap of mental detritus I carry.

Whatever vessel is used, I am not proud of this role. The duality of being both dream generator and thief creates internal strife. Envisioning a better possibility for my future brings hope. Then snuffing out this chance using baseless arguments brings despair. It takes effort to blur the imagery I’ve conjured. But once I transform into the thief, any dream is voided, unceremoniously ushered away. I question why I do this but cannot find a viable answer.

With a vision comes focus which leads to achievement. So, staving off the dream thief is imperative. I must allocate the same amount of energy needed for reaching a dream as I do battling the associated theft. When I articulate excuses, I’ll set small, attainable milestones. Then I’ll revel when each is reached. When I set timelines that can easily be pushed back, I’ll think about getting as much done as feasible within the next hour. Ample reasons to follow through and regaling the small victories will stymie my thief of dream’s attempt at ensuring failure.

It’s a constant struggle. Some dreams are actualized, others not. But I understand that following a dream can yield incredible results if I don’t get in my own way. So, dream big and neutralize the dream thief. If we did all the things we dreamt, imagine how astounded we’d be with ourselves.