“Yes: I am a dreamer. For a dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.” - Oscar Wilde
I’ve often thought about how in this day and age, being called a “dreamer” is paramount to an insult. A dreamer is someone who wanders off chasing impossibilities, someone who has no sense of realism, someone who believes in things that can never come true. A dreamer is someone who is bound to be broken one day.
So in an age where people are scared to take risks, why be a dreamer? Why be someone who sticks out? Why be someone with stars in your eyes and wings on your feet—someone who, as everyone knows, is eventually going to fall?
I’ll tell you why.
Because the alternative is even worse.
I would rather be someone who takes huge risks and believes in magic, rather than someone who lives a safe, sheltered—and deeply boring—life.
And maybe I am young and have not seen the world as others have. Maybe I’m not the wisest. Maybe that’s the case, but even if I’m young I know what I want. And I know what I don’t want. I don’t want to be someone who knows where their next meal is coming from, yet doesn’t know the last time they were truly passionate about something. I don’t want to be part of the “rat race.” I want to live a life doing the things I love to do. I want to live my dreams.
And I have so many wild, crazy, and maybe impossible dreams—but I’m prepared to do whatever it takes to follow them. I’m prepared to chase down those dreams to the ends of the earth until I can make them all happen—no matter how many sidelong stares or whispered rumours they elicit, no matter how many pitied glances they evoke. Because that’s who I am.
And so I am proud. I am proud to be a dreamer, even if it’s hard, because I see the dawn before the rest of the world.