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Youths that Dream

Dream lofty dreams and as you dream so you shall become. Your vision is the promise of what you shall one day be; your idea is the prophecy of what you shall at last unveil – James Allen

I think of the impossible when I remember this quote, and it seems to me the finest of words to express the importance of dreams. Dreams are priceless, dreams are precious, dreams are the beacon through which our paths are lighted. Dreams make us move, dreams give up hope, dreams keep us alive and make us act. A person without a dream has no life and future, as in the words of Eleanor Roosevelt “the future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams”. Youths are the future, but only the youths that can dream would seize the future.

Some sit and wish, but wishes are not dreams. Wishes are temporary and dreams are eternal. Dreams are bigger than the dreamer and strong enough to inspire generations yet unborn. History tells the story of a woman Sarah Breedlove, born to freed black slaves in 1867, on a cotton plantation in the southern United States of Louisiana. She became an orphan at the age of 7, got married at 14, was widowed at 20. Undeterred by her circumstances, an her youthfulness, she transcended poverty ad illiteracy and grew to become one of the leading business women in America, manufacturing hair products. As youths, we need to appreciate our potentials and tae on a positive role in our world. The basis is for the youths to dream, and dream big; there is no limit to how big reams can get, no matter how little it starts off.



Whatever we are able to conceive in our minds, we move towards day by day. Even if we move slowly, the most important thing is to keep moving and never look back. With each step taken, comes hope and strength. Youths need to dream, not just for their parents, or for the nation, but for themselves. What better pride or satisfaction can there be than to look back in your grey years and not recite the anthem “had I known”. Youthfulness is to be desired, it is the time of strength and exuberance, a time to be positively aggressive. To lead the world, to define our lives, to become the future which is now, to dream up the life that we want and make it happen.

A lot of youths no doubt have reams, as I have watched some faces light up each time they share their dreams, I have felt excitement course through them and I have also seen the curtains of doubt and fear fall, once they stop talking. When you o not believe in your dreams, then they are as goo as dead, and when you o not believe in yourself, the your dreams remain exactly what they are – DREAMS.

Like in the words of our Nations rebranding slogan, “Nigerian: good people, great Nation, with a can-do spirit”. Only youths that dream can have the can-do spirit. They dream of the country they can love, they dream of the country they can fight an die for, they dream of leaders they can look up to, and leaders they can believe in. it is these dreams that give hope and ignite a “can-do spirit” within them. When youths dream, then they make the future happen, they become undeterred by present circumstances, because the seed of their dream buds inside of them.

This world demands the qualities of youths; not a time of life, but a state of mind, a temper of will; a quality of imagination a predominance of courage over timidity, of the adventure over the love of ease” – Robert Kennedy

Youths should be able to extract freedom of choice regardless of what other factors around them dictate. They should through their own will, be able to fulfill themselves and overcome their environment and conditioning. They should be able to break free from a purposeless and passionless life, they should be able to dream dreams and become their dreams. There is no life, where there is no dream, and ‘where there is no vision, the people perish’ (Pr. 29:18)

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