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Sunday, October 04, 2009
When You Take The Dreams From A Dreamer
There are things that appear similar and then they turn out not to be. Love is for instance not just love. There is love, and there is love. And then there are the thousands of other loves.
There are spaces that can be filled, some from within, some from outside. Some only from one or the other, some both from inside and outside. There are spaces that appear empty, but are actually not.
Love. You need love to fill up the love space inside, the heart. To fill up the heart, you need love. The heart is one of those spaces, that needs to be filled both from within and from the outside. From loving or from being loved the heart can be filled; but only when two hearts meet and it fills from both sides, it is truly fulfilled.
When you take the dreams away from a dreamer, you risk causing great damage. I myself am a dreamer. Take my dreams, you take my legs. You can do it, but you can't expect me to run afterwards. Neither dance, at least only in a most peculiar way.
Time. To fill up time, a dreamer needs dreams. Some will say that a dreamer is an escapist, someone who uses dreams to escape the moment. For me, that's untrue. I live very much in the moment, but an important part of that moment is the future. The future is not for me another place, another time, another dimension. Maybe my perception of time is too cyclic for that way of placing past, present, and future on a forward-moving line. The future is that particular pregnant part of the moment that carries the beautiful feeling of hope, optimism, desire for creation, believe in change, curiosity, and openness to new ways in it.
Without dreams, you only have what there already is. You don't see what there is with the possibillity of something else becoming. You see a bud, but you need your ability to dream to see it bloom. You see a canvas and need a dream to see a painting.
In a few weeks, I will be going to Afghanistan. I'm going with the Danish Army Operational Command to the Helmand province where the Danish Task Force is in battle. I'm going on a press tour, with three other journalists. I have no dreams for this trip. I feel strangely empty. I think, my perspective on a lot of things will change. I think it will be an inexplainable physical experience to be in a place, where the ones surrounding you actually want to kill you. I think I will meet soldiers who will teach me a lot.
A moment is not just a moment, as love is not just love. A moment can be with or without dreams.
I think the moment is a space. It is filled up by the situation you're in as well as by the dreams you have in that moment for the future, the possibillities and beliefs, that the moment holds for you within you.
Everybody needs the feeling of a future to have a fulfilled moment. Everybody needs love, both from outside and from within, to have a fulfilled heart. Everybody needs a dream. About love, about survival, about a life. As a dreamer, having met some of the dreamless, and soon going to one of the very least hopefull and least dreamy places on earth, I'll say: Some may even have to start with a dream about a dream.
There are spaces that can be filled, some from within, some from outside. Some only from one or the other, some both from inside and outside. There are spaces that appear empty, but are actually not.
Love. You need love to fill up the love space inside, the heart. To fill up the heart, you need love. The heart is one of those spaces, that needs to be filled both from within and from the outside. From loving or from being loved the heart can be filled; but only when two hearts meet and it fills from both sides, it is truly fulfilled.
When you take the dreams away from a dreamer, you risk causing great damage. I myself am a dreamer. Take my dreams, you take my legs. You can do it, but you can't expect me to run afterwards. Neither dance, at least only in a most peculiar way.
Time. To fill up time, a dreamer needs dreams. Some will say that a dreamer is an escapist, someone who uses dreams to escape the moment. For me, that's untrue. I live very much in the moment, but an important part of that moment is the future. The future is not for me another place, another time, another dimension. Maybe my perception of time is too cyclic for that way of placing past, present, and future on a forward-moving line. The future is that particular pregnant part of the moment that carries the beautiful feeling of hope, optimism, desire for creation, believe in change, curiosity, and openness to new ways in it.
Without dreams, you only have what there already is. You don't see what there is with the possibillity of something else becoming. You see a bud, but you need your ability to dream to see it bloom. You see a canvas and need a dream to see a painting.
In a few weeks, I will be going to Afghanistan. I'm going with the Danish Army Operational Command to the Helmand province where the Danish Task Force is in battle. I'm going on a press tour, with three other journalists. I have no dreams for this trip. I feel strangely empty. I think, my perspective on a lot of things will change. I think it will be an inexplainable physical experience to be in a place, where the ones surrounding you actually want to kill you. I think I will meet soldiers who will teach me a lot.
A moment is not just a moment, as love is not just love. A moment can be with or without dreams.
I think the moment is a space. It is filled up by the situation you're in as well as by the dreams you have in that moment for the future, the possibillities and beliefs, that the moment holds for you within you.
Everybody needs the feeling of a future to have a fulfilled moment. Everybody needs love, both from outside and from within, to have a fulfilled heart. Everybody needs a dream. About love, about survival, about a life. As a dreamer, having met some of the dreamless, and soon going to one of the very least hopefull and least dreamy places on earth, I'll say: Some may even have to start with a dream about a dream.
Saturday, October 03, 2009
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