Skip to main content

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)

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

My Daily Bread

The body of a goddess...that's how I thought of her. With shoulders slightly broad; making you think of just the right amount of comfort, narrowing down to her waist...the tiniest I had ever seen....then the roundness of her buttocks, with a firmness that made you want to grab them hard. Watching her undress was pleasurable, caressing every part of her with my eyes, taking time to linger on all the right places...a goddess amongst men. She stepped into the bathroom, leaving me eagerly waiting for her reappearance. I wanted to have her now...I shifted to ease the pain throbbing in the bulge between my legs. I waited patiently for her return...longest moments of my life. Ah!!! there she was. I felt like prancing on her like a Lion on heat, but I had to wait...I knew I had to wait. I did not want to scare her off, that's why I had to be discreet - even while watching her. I looked at my time; 6.25am - it was almost time, five more minutes and he would be gone. I had watched them...

Impacting your world...

Just yesterday night I was watching CNN Heroes and I saw so many young people with great potential of their own who have so few opportunities to explore or express it. Still, they bravely persist in striving to make their mark on the world, even in contexts of deprivation and conflict. In the course of our lives we have the opportunity to meet and possibly interact with people who’ve made measurable impact in the world, including well-known experts, authors, researchers, journalists, scientists, innovators, business geniuses, and entrepreneurs. Yet among these world influencers are also everyday people who have found a special niche in which they’ve contributed at the highest level. It’s critical to note that people who’ve made a real difference aren’t all privileged, advantaged or “special” people. Many have come from disadvantaged families, and crushing circumstances, but have found ways to pick themselves up and rise above their circumstances (and their genes) to transform their o...

The Acknowledgement

Like from a distance, I could hear my mother’s cry…more like wailings. She sounded like a wounded lion that was going to scream her heart out, as she repeatedly screamed my name… Adeola! Adeola! Adeola!! Unshaken I stood there staring at the body of my father….or at least the man who used to be my father, until a few minutes ago. I willed myself back to the room and the activity around me…the lifeless body of my father lay on the bed, with a knife poking out of his chest. The crimson color of his blood gradually taking over the once ash colored pajamas he wore. I had just stabbed my father in the chest…with a force ad precision that left no room for his survival. ******************************************************************************** The sound of the bell rang through the long corridors signifying the time for counseling sessions. Reluctantly I got up from my bed, dragging through the process of wearing my flops and throwing my shirt on. Buttoning up with the speed of a...