I used to dream about someday.
I dreamed about having my own beautiful home, filled with bright sunlight and soft furnishings, cozy armchairs and colorful art. I dreamed about having a kitchen that was just the right size, with pretty tile backslash and an island in the center. I dreamed of having a large bedroom, maybe with a vaulted ceiling, maybe a canopy bed, but definitely with a walk-in closet. I dreamed of having my own library, with a comfortable chaise and rows and rows of books. I dreamed of seeing the ocean, or maybe rolling green hills, or a mysterious forest, right outside my window. I dreamed of fireplaces, swimming pools, and wrap-around porches.
I dreamed about having a job that I loved, of doing work that changed the world, even if in a small way. I dreamed of being a curator, of walking the halls of a gorgeous museum, bringing together art, history, stories and science. I dreamed of being a librarian, quietly helping people find the narratives, the facts, the knowledge they needed. I dreamed of being a writer, of having my own little study in my beautiful house where I wrote words that spoke to people around the world. I even dreamed, as a young child, of being president, to help make the world a better place.
I dreamed of love, of having a partner who I could trust, who would make me laugh, who I could be myself with. I dreamed of a love that was equal parts quiet evenings in, reading studiously, and raucous fits of laughter over things that wouldn’t make sense to anyone else. I dreamed of caring, and being cared for. I dreamed of a love that was comforting and exhilarating, that made my heart race and my soul feel it had a place to be free.
I dreamed of a world where people were kind to each other, where everyone had value for the sake of being alive. I dreamed of a world where art and science, literature and math, logic and passion, could live together in harmony. I dreamed of a world where people could be themselves, do the work they wanted to do, based on their interest and their drive, and be treated fairly. A world where there could be peace between people, where reason won over righteousness.
I don’t dream of someday anymore.
© The Lightning Tower, 2020