At what point is a dream ridiculous? Every Jack and Joe have dreams. They wanna become great. They wanna become the very best at what they do (or at least what they dream of doing someday). They wanna fly private jets and line the sky. It makes me wonder at what point exactly a dream becomes ridiculous.
Okay before I go any further, here's a confession: I'm guilty too!
In fact I think I'm the biggest dreamer of 'em all. There is no height I haven't imagined reaching. I sincerely believe that greatness is my right and I have these images of grandeur swirling in my head constantly.
Are you in the same boat as I am? Do you think that the mediocre and average life is not your lot? How exactly do you manage these thoughts of grandeur? You know, the line that distinguishes "thoughts of grandeur" from "delusions of grandeur" can be very thin and brittle. With all your confidence in your own greatness and prospects of greatness, you could just be a lazy pipe-dreamer.
So how can you ensure that your grand expectations from life aren't just pipe-dreams? You have to get up and get working. That's how. Pull up those sleeves or straighten that tie (as the case may be). Every day you should do something that brings you closer to fulfilling your dreams. Otherwise, you are just another pipe-dreamer bedevilled with delusions of grandeur.
Get up from that bed of dreams friend and pull your own cart because where real prospects of achievement is concerned, there are no horses to pull it for you.
Your place in this world is at the top and I'm hoping to meet you there. Cheers!
