Revolution (I'm Willing to Fight) All the way up I' willing to fight. Who knows what's right When it's your very life at the stakes. Death seems a shadow vanguisehd by the light that suddeny bursts inside your head. Fear is dead in the fight to thrive in a system that seeks to lock you in landlocked. The enemy is within your own camp. Must I draw my weapon show you my mettle to tear you down? After all, you don't care.
Dreams still matter and dreams are still important. As many persons get older, moving from childhood to adulthood they stop dreaming. They believe the saying, “dreams are for losers” and begin to do and not dream. But a dream is a cherished aspiration, one that needs to be protected, nurtured and cared for in order to become activated. When we doubt our dreams and declare ourselves unworthy of them, we lose them and find it hard to recover them.
The trash we need to remove are the doubts in our ability and worthiness of having those dreams. When the world seems against our dreams we may start believing that they will never happen. We start becoming a part of the herd and walk right off a cliff. We begin to tell ourselves that we are too ambitious, too desperate or just not good enough to have those things or that thing we have dreamt about. That thing that got us up each morning ready to put with anything, because we knew one day our dream would be realized and then it would all be worth it. We start believing that “dreams are for those who sleep”. But we cannot listen to those fears, naysayers and doubters, especially when they are within.
We have to keep doing, even in the face of zero results. We have to keep chipping away at the rock until we see signs of the promise to be fulfilment, signs that eventual yield a trickle, a spout and then an outpouring. We have to take care of that dream, removing all the pollution, the trash that can stifle and kill it. We have to continue to be imperfect dreamers.