I don't know where it leads. Still starting.

Shakespeare wrote that we are made of the same stuff as dreams.

Perhaps we all have a dream, or at least it would be desirable to have one.

Dreams keep us alive; they give us a sense of purpose, a goal to strive for.

I am very clear about my dream: I want to fulfill myself without having to

submit to others, thanks to the power of my idea.

Yet perhaps, within this beautiful picture, there is a deception that many of us

fall into: seeing, feeling, and perceiving our dream as a destination.

To me, the dream is not a point of arrival, but a process.

It would be foolish to expect to have a dream and just sit around waiting for it to

come true. Much wiser is to actively engage in a series of small steps that move

us forward along our personal path.

We must be active and proactive.

Day by day, action after action even when the climb gets steep.

Sometimes dreams require courage and imagination. We know well that words

are magical tools: courage means “to act with the heart,” while imagine breaks

down into in me mago agere “to set the magician within me into motion.” So

we must find in our hearts the strength to reach toward our dream and awaken

our magical side, the one that ignites the sacred fire of life that pushes us to

create, to have a vision, and to overcome the obstacles along our path.

One must have a pure heart to understand that often the obstacle is not life being

cruel, but the opportunity to grow and become stronger during the process.

We keep going, because when we reach what we thought was the horizon, we

discover that imaginary line has shifted a little further on. New paths appear,

new possibilities, and we understand that what we once considered “the dream”

was only the small part we were allowed to see something that belonged to a

greater whole and so we keep walking.

We are part of a long process that ends only when we shed our mortal shell, and

it is through this lens that we can truly understand what the famous author

meant.