For those who dream, lead

If I’m not mistaken, this is what people refer to as “growing up.” It’s a point in your life where the fantasies of childhood and the dreams of adolescence seem to be slipping painfully and chaotically from your grip; when the common thread of advice is either, “it’s normal” or “this too shall pass.” The worst of it is that those who embrace it get the societal high ground. They are maturing. Even if they aren’t. Even if the acceptance of the way it is continues, and it does, to lead to a revolving door of pain and struggle, it is seen as wise to acknowledge it. But it isn’t just the acknowledging, because that has virtue. It’s the acceptance. It’s the “this is who I am” or “this is how it is.”

And it hurts because at this particular time, this time of maturation, all those around you have the same choices in front of them. But it isn’t like times past where words and passion’s argument had an effect on the decisions of others; where a friend’s words held weight and value, because a sign of maturity is the independence of thought. And that is the very quality that gets sickeningly perverted into a glorification of those who can’t listen; the unwise leading themselves, blind with no guide.

This is what makes dreamers strong. Not that they have inherent power or strength of spirit, but that they get continually abandoned for the beauty of the ordinary, the allure of the status quo. It’s only in the ability to shrug off what they hold most dear that individuals are able to cling to what they believe. To be content is to have an anchor, to lose content is to float untethered, free, and alone on the ocean of hope. It is dark and bare place for the human soul, but like the moon reflects the pure light of imagination and vision. Few float freely on their own thoughts, and fewer still, once free, lead.

Love.
Shaun

~ by Shaun on April 1, 2008.