It happens so fast -

life does

So many of the dreams

that you had as a child -

with time -

become part of your reality.

They do.

And, somehow -

as dreams transition almost magically,

and through decades of hard work -

into our lives…

they so often lose their wonder,

their energy,

their brilliance…

or, do they?

What did you dream about as a kid?

What were your dreams in school…

when you went to college…

when you graduated…

when you got married…

when you had your first child…

when you got the job you wanted…

when you bought your first house…

when you got the promotion…

when your kid graduated…

???

What did you dream about?

Dreams are so often magical -

for a couple of reasons…

They are not real -

They are illusions,

desires,

goals,

conceptions from our ambition,

from either our internal or external mind -

projecting the lives we aspire to dream onto the

virtual screens of our minds…

And, those dreams inspire us -

they energize us, focus us, guide us, propel us forward…

and life happens.

And, in those moments where dreams become real -

there isn’t a flash of light

or a narrator that speaks in the background,

the wheels don’t stop turning,

life does not stop -

and the story seldom slows for you to acknowledge it.

It’s just life

happening…

just another day…

And, it’s never perfect,

it’s never quite as you imagined it.

Your nose was running,

your feet hurt.

You were worried about that “thing”

at school,

or at work,

or with your girlfriend,

or with your wife.

It was too noisy,

or it smelled bad.

It was too hot,

or it was too cold,

or too windy…

or, it rained

That’s the “thing”

about life…

it’s REAL…

and,

REAL is IMPERFECT

Only IF

you define PERFECTION

as EVERY ASPECT

of EVERY THING

happening

EXACTLY as you

EXPECT IT

in your MIND.

Or, EVERY ASPECT

of EVERY THING

happening

“FLAWLESSLY”…

(though even the word “Flawless requires interpretation).

It is human -

to look with a critical eye,

to expect even more -

And, humans are imperfect.

But, I believe, our souls are perfect -

and it is in our soul - not in our mind -

where true JOY is felt!

Ayn Rand said beauty in art had to be the reflection of life’s perfection -

but beauty in life accepted imperfections…

I think it is because there isn’t an alternative when we view life through our human mind -

So we must work to feel life directly into our being…

As I look back on my life -

I struggle to accept all of my dreams

that have become part of my reality…

It is beyond overwhelming…

Some say,

“you’ve earned it”

or

“you deserve it”,

and I don’t feel either to be meaningfully accurate.

I didn’t “earn” my muscles working…

I didn’t “earn” moving to the United States as a child…

I didn’t “earn” having an objective or rational mind

(though I hope I am constantly sharpening the tool I was gifted)

I don’t “deserve” the comforts or details of my life

moreso than countless others who don’t get to live it…

I don’t write this to be humble,

It is simply the way life feels.

Words that feel more appropriate

are

You dreamt it…

You worked for it

& the universe, God, great fortune -

made it real…

Now -

work to

feel the JOY in it…

ACKNOWLEDGE IT…

the GIFT

of life happening -

dreams coming true.

Feel it

deep in your heart -

and in your mind -

and in your being.

Don’t let

“perfection”

or the childish

or ego-centric

expectation of it

steal the magic

or the wonder

of your dreams

coming

true…

Don’t let your

EGO

make you

UNGRATEFUL

BE PRESENT

in each moment…

IN EVERY PART

OF YOUR DREAMS

AND YOUR REALITY.

BE HUMBLE.

AND,

LIVE…

and

LAUGH

and

LOVE…

As long as your heart keeps beating,

may your mind keep dreaming…

Dreams

inspire us

energize us,

focus us,

& propel us forward…

and

life

happens…

Define

“perfection”

as complete

awareness

of the great fortune in your life!

Look around -

be present.

you dreamt it,

you worked for it…

and the universe made it so…

Close your eyes,

breathe and

feel the magic

and wonder

warm your heart…

JOY

in harmony,

Nestor

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