Like A Dream

Life will always miss some flavor.

Whether some salt, sugar or pepper. You name it.

I once mentioned life being like a box of chocolate. We never know what we’re going to get (When You Thought Forrest Was Dumb).

Well. It is. Sometimes it feels like someone, from up there, is dropping some salt, sugar or pepper. When we’re happy? Here you go. A drop of pepper to cut your happiness short. When you’re sad? Here you go. A drop of sugar to make it sweet.

Does it last? It depends on how much was dropped.

I once believed. And I still believe.

I believe that imperialism still exists. Great people have come around to defeat it. Some were able to shake it but eventually failed. A drop of pepper was dropped on them. Who dropped it? Imperialists. Those who like their tea very sweet.

Where are those people who believe that the fighting strategy should change? Where are those believers? Where are those visionaries?

I think they’re just a few left around.

I guess you started to know me by now. I don’t believe in violence. I don’t believe in multiple fronts. I believe in unity, in economics, in development, in long-term strategies. I believe in a critical path that should be set and worked upon.

Yes. I believe and still believe. But who am I? A dreamer with no actions. Yet.

Others dreamt and set the pace for others to believe and see. Martin Luther King was one of them. Let’s remember his words:

“I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal.
I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.
I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.
I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.
I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification; one day right there in Alabama, little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.
I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.

I say:

“Believing and having dreams are free of charge. Why not pick them up from the shelves and use them. We never know where they will lead us. That’s the least we can do. Maybe those dreams will get so strong to a point where we rise up and scream. That’s when others will hear. That's when they will fear us. Maybe they will drop some pepper. Maybe it will come straight on us. Maybe not. But at least we would have tried.

Yes. It starts with a dream. And if we achieve?

It will be so beautiful that it will still feel like a dream.