Darkness may find me, but I shall never choose it
At the heart of what it means to be a person is the act of dreaming, doing and finishing. Coming alive through the pursuit of your ideas.
And the good news is, there has never been a better time go all in. The digital revolution has made that process more accessible than ever before.
But every great moment in human history has an opposition that is proportional to its greatness. And that’s the downside of dreaming. Spend five minutes online, and you’ll discover a universal voice of anonymity waiting to shit on your dream. A chorus of haters, frustrated that their dreams have not come true, whose sole purpose in life to make yours feel like a nightmare.
But we can’t let those uncompromising forces of reality scare us into working small. Otherwise the dream devolves into something worse.
Pressfield explains that our dreams don’t dissipate if we turn our backs on them, they invert. They go underground. They turn negative and act out. They surface as shadow forms of our heart’s desire. And those shadow versions are never pretty.
And so, as dreamers, we are obliged to at least try. To at least believe that our sweetest dreams will not be stolen from us.
Because who knows? As my mentor once said, some of us are lucky enough to experience the euphoria that comes with the knowledge that life has granted us the grace of a dream realized. And even for those of us who come to the end of our dream and, sadly, have nothing to show for it, at least we can be grateful to have lived in place where dreams were had and followed.
Did you work on your dream today?