Live out your dreams!

“You must give everything to make your life as beautiful as the dreams that dance in your imagination.”
― Roman Payne

I love a good quote. It soothes me in times of distress, and temporarily provides much needed inspiration which I will one day act on. Something about seeing in words, feelings that I know intimately, does wonders for me even for a moment. So when I saw the quote above it stopped me in my tracks (of scrolling through Instagram). This is exactly what I needed to see.

The quote is apparently a famous one, and is from a book called The Wandress by Roman Payne. As always I was tempted to go buy the book where the quote came from but decided against it thanks to a review on Goodreads which stated “One good quote does not make a good book“. I was glad to see that as I have bought books off the strength of a quote only to find out the book did not live up to the hype.

I am full of dreams and imagination, and I have lived in this fantasy world for well over a decade. My dream life is full and fulfilling, and I am happy. Why have I not then made my real life as fulfilling? It is so easy to dream, but a herculean task to bring these dreams to fruition. For one, I don’t even know where to start. For years I have a postcard above my television with the words below.

She decided to start living the life she imagined.

It’s so hard though!

I also like this quote from the book. It resonates so deeply with me.

“Never did the world make a queen of a girl who hides in houses and dreams without traveling.”

I don’t need the world to make me a queen, but I do need to stop hiding in my room.

“One day, she’d find a way to live her life to the fullest. She was sure of it. She just had no idea how she would manage it.”

― Ilona Andrews, On the Edge

Little by little, brick by brick. I must give everything to make my life as beautiful as my dreams

The war will end.

The war will end

The leaders will shake hands

The old woman will keep waiting

for her martyred son.

That girl will wait for her beloved husband

and those children will wait

for their heroic father

I don’t know who sold our homeland

but I know who paid the price.

-Mahmoud Darwish

Rest.

“Every person needs to take one day away.  A day in which one consciously separates the past from the future.  Jobs, family, employers, and friends can exist one day without any one of us, and if our egos permit us to confess, they could exist eternally in our absence.  Each person deserves a day away in which no problems are confronted, no solutions searched for.  Each of us needs to withdraw from the cares which will not withdraw from us.”
― Maya Angelou, Wouldn’t Take Nothing for My Journey Now

I have no idea.

“All day I think about it, then at night I say it.
Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing?
I have no idea.
My soul is from elsewhere, I’m sure of that,
And I intend to end up there.

This drunkenness began in some other tavern.
When I get back around to that place,
I’ll be completely sober. Meanwhile,
I’m like a bird from another continent, sitting in this aviary.
The day is coming when I fly off,
But who is it now in my ear who hears my voice?
Who says words with my mouth?

Who looks out with my eyes? What is the soul?
I cannot stop asking.
If I could taste one sip of an answer,
I could break out of this prison for drunks.
I didn’t come here of my own accord, and I can’t leave that way.
Whoever brought me here will have to take me home.

This poetry. I never know what I’m going to say.
I don’t plan it.
When I’m outside the saying of it, I get very quiet and rarely speak at all.

We have a huge barrel of wine, but no cups.
That’s fine with us. Every morning
We glow and in the evening we glow again.”

― Mawlana Jalal-al-Din Rumi

The Invitation.

It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for, and if you
dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.

It doesn’t interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
for love,
for your dreams,
for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon.
I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow,
if you have been opened by life’s betrayals
or have become shriveled and closed from fear of future pain.

I want to know if you can sit with pain,
mine or your own,
without moving to hide it,
or fade it,
or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy,
mine or your own,
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you
to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us to be careful,
to be realistic,
to remember
the limitations of being human.

It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling
me is true.
I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself;
if you can bear the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul;
if you can be faithless and therefore
trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see beauty
even when it’s not pretty,
every day,
and if you can source your own life from its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure,
yours or mine,
and still stand on the
edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon, “yes!”

It doesn’t interest me who you know,
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the center of the fire with me
and not shrink back.

It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you,
from the inside,
when all else falls away.

I want to know
if you can be alone with yourself
and if you truly like the company you keep
in the empty moments.


― Oriah Mountain Dreamer

Becoming

Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through. Where people fail is that they wish to elect a state and remain in it. This is a kind of death.

Anais Nin.

I would like to be everyone.

“I love people. Everybody. I love them, I think, as a stamp collector loves his collection. Every story, every incident, every bit of conversation is raw material for me. My love’s not impersonal yet not wholly subjective either. I would like to be everyone, a cripple, a dying man, a whore, and then come back to write about my thoughts, my emotions, as that person. But I am not omniscient. I have to live my life, and it is the only one I’ll ever have. And you cannot regard your own life with objective curiosity all the time…”

-Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath