Dreamers’ Hub

I prefer to be a dreamer among the humblest, with visions to be realized, than lord among those without dreams and desires.

- Kahlil Gibran

The world needs changes and dreamers who can initiate them. Welcome to the club.

I am a dreamer and a writer. I rarely have dreams and ideas but for some years now, I have been waking up screaming and panting for breath. My head has been bombarded with thoughts that needed expression. I never fully understood anything but anyhow I write. I allow myself to be lost in the magnanimity of words.

I choose meaning for my words but the meanings I associate with them seem vague for non-dreamers. They only make sense for dreamers like me.

I have noted somehow that in the course of my writing spree I allow my mind to drift nonchalantly in ways of wonder and amazement. I figured out that what I have written are not exactly what I wanted to say. I find myself lost for the right words many times and most often than not, I see myself drifting to a hallowed existence.

I have discovered that my words are merely surface realities and the real meanings of my stories and anecdotes are beyond that surface. Indeed my words are masks to my mind.

As a dreamer, I am more like a hollow man trapped in the maze of dreams uncharted in the endless world of non-realities. Only my dreams are more real than what the world thinks are real.

As a writer, all of my existence is a piece of literature. From Hemingway to Frost to Dickens- I am but words and phrases. I am the bits and pieces of the world existing beyond me.

I am the blot of a pen from the hands of a prolific writer of dreams and with me are other blots that when joined together form one big dream- something bigger than the world itself.

I am the dream- the dream of every dreaming guru desiring greatness. I am the wings- the wings of every single bird that gallantly flies in a sky of possibilities. I am the song- the song of every Nightingale hurting from the wounds of men killing each other for bread and gold. I am the music- that music which vibrates soothingly on every man’s heart desiring for a revolution.

I am the conscience- the conscience of every sinning men and women given to the promiscuity of their flesh. I am a wiling sacrifice in the altar of novicehood so that every dreaming mentor could find the realization of his dreams.

I am nobody but I have found favor and mercy from someone who knew love and dreams above all else. By grace I have become a writer- a writer of dreams and as such, I represent every dreamer with me.

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