When Cinderella’s flirtation with a dream took hold, it summoned the kind of fairy who assists by turning mice to men and pumpkin to a stagecoach. Dreams, as they take hold of us, harmonize our experiences with our expectations.
Rags to riches, it may seem, but that would be feasting on hunger while attending a banquet, or worse, a barbeque. In the former, we are constrained by etiquette and a general uncertainty of how to act in an unfamiliar setting; in the latter, the rustic smoke from an unscripted delight finds us a stranger to our own cravens.
If we see only rags to riches, we defer to hope, which though not inconsequential, becomes the fulcrum on which we pivot. In this mind set, we are forever giving primacy to a prince charming coming to our rescue rather than finding out what, if anything is there about us that predispose and presupposes us to a lifestyle of subservience. For, at some point, it becomes clear, or it ought to, that despite our fondest dreams for change, despite the readiness of the kind fairy to intervene on our behalf, we are still our most formidable adversary in managing our transition.
Fortuitously, our dreams when fed with joyful emotions and enthusiasm, some we could not confess nor explain to a pastor, need no gate keeper, a job for which we are over qualified. It is no small wonder that we succeed at times, in spite of ourselves.
It isn’t so much that it is easy to turn riches to rags, or continue to be dogged underachievers because we are inferior or dumb, but more pointedly the fulcrum around which we balance and pivot to access our confidence seems to be strategically placed to engage doubts. Doubts are a good thing, but when we are weighed down by them so that we interrupt ourselves, or prefer to major in the minors, or keep postponing our dreams for a more convenient tomorrow, we push ourselves heedless against the clock.
You can see whatever you are minded in a cloud being pushed by the wind, and argue that issue fervently, but if you or I find the fertile spaces within ourselves and rummage around to find goals that invigorate and validates a sense of self that empowers, the conversation won’t be of a nature about the fleeting shape of a wisp of cloud. Indeed, we would with certainty reject bags of gold, prince charming, and knights on white horses.
Deep in our subconscious are veiled dreams and masked projects that we have always wanted to be a part of. Ask yourself,” Why do your dreams wear a veil? Are they hiding from you or you don’t care to acknowledge them before you identify where moneys will come from to make them manifest? Is it related to the busy nature of your schedule? Or resource constraints?”
It is more probable that we leave undone many dreams, and change many lives by our inability to understand that Cinderella’s fortune was made, not changed, when she decided to invest her rags in a cleaning of her work ethics and in keeping her dreams alive.
All too often some beauty’s foot fits the slipper, and even as we congratulate her for her good fortune and wish we could be so lucky, the fitting of a slipper we have always known, or ought to, has more to do with our mind than with the daintiness of a lotioned heel.
What we see at times is the faint outlines of our possibilities. Whether we encounter a wicked stepmother, an uncaring father, or a lousy husband, those outlines are still there and perhaps more urgent than our non-invite to a ball.
The divine always knows that it takes a backseat to no one. Indeed, when a dream takes a hold of you, you become a more authentic and irrepressible you.
Peter Peterkin, Readers Bureau, Fellow
Edited by Jesus Chan
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