Dreams . . . .

Before I start, I write with the full awareness of the fact that many of my dreams will never come true. I'm not saying this to depress anyone, but simply as a matter of fact. Some shouldn't come true, regardless of how badly I want them (really Greg? Turn every workplace into a paintball game?) but I dream anyway . . .

And then there are dreams that are, or at least appear to be, mutually exclusive. Rather than approach the situation like a Catch-22, I try to embrace the truth that it's better to dream big and never live it out than to never dream at all, and then live out one of those dreams wildly and freely.

It still kinda stings, though, knowing that there is a dream that will never happen. Now, hear me on this - none of the things I want to do with my life involve harming others or seeking to profit from harming others. I don't want to benefit from pain, I don't want to cause suffering, I don't want to get rich. Every plan I've ever had for myself has had in the forefront a desire to benefit the most amount of people in the greatest possible way. I used to think this meant speaking to large crowds, but maybe it looks more like influencing that one person who will THEN go on to speak to those crowds . . . and I'm cool with that.

There are some dreams, though, that if they never come to be, will more than likely leave me feeling a bit like my life lacked something. I don't hold this to be true for everyone, but I know myself well enough to know it's true for me . . . .

I want to get married . . . and not just to anyone, and not just to not be alone. The life I live is too grand a thing to keep to myself . . .

I want to have kids. Adopted, my own flesh and blood, or a crazy mix of the two. I'm in.

I want to matter - I want people to miss me when I'm gone, and not just say it because that's what a eulogy is . . .

I want to excel at life, love deeply, laugh freely, give willingly, and hope fearlessly.

I want those who meet me to not be the same for it afterwards.


I want to share in the dreams of others . . .