Living Dreams

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Airplanes are one of the few things that extremely fascinates me in this life, no doubt gigantic things have a way of getting my attention, airplanes amaze me the most, I'm filled with awe when they move in my sight, they look like car monsters but much under the control of human beings.

I grew up very inquisitive, but I had a lot of limitation to access resourceful information because of the surroundings I found myself. When I was around the age of seven I was daunted with the fact that airplanes looked so tiny in the sky looking up at them from the ground, yet they claimed it contained so many people, so the idea was that airplanes were so tiny that people had to be shrunk in some sort of techy way and then transported to their desired destination.

My fascination did not end there as it filled my entire desire to want to fly one. I had over a hundred paper plane types I imagined myself flying severally and if you needed a quick favour from me all you had to do was add pilot to my name and opensesame I'm all yours.

I had different types of locally handmade airplane prototypes of different tiny sizes, I always looked forward to my turn of being shrunk to fit into the plane. I know the question you're probably having now and yes I did ask people around, but unfortunately they obviously didn't know or blatantly told me lies. It's a lie I can tell my kid just for fun anyway, and being the kind of introvert I am I spent a lot of time alone with my thoughts.

However, my imagination was soon caught short as my dream came through when my school announced that it was taking her students for excursion to the airport, the only old and abandoned airport around my vicinity, which would suffice massively. I can beat my chest to tell you that I so much looked forward to that event like as if it was the coming of the Christ.

Finally when I got to the airport, I was bamboozled by what I saw, a mega gigantic crafted mechanism that had enough space to fit hundreds of people with massive engines and thousands of control button, it was infact the most amazing sight I had ever beheld, and yes it surpassed my imagination. We were allowed to go into one of the abandoned planes to take a look at how the entire interior was set up. There are still no words enough to quantify how I felt that day and even every following week after.
The excursion answered a lot of my questions especially the underlying questions relating to the misconception I had about the airplanes space complicity and the shrinking hullabaloo.

I was able to properly align my dreams into more realistic formats if ever they would stand a chance of happening. Afterwards, my desire to want to become a pilot skyrocketed. The pilot craze was so profound that it became something people around me knew me specifically for, it was my dreamest dream to become a pilot, to fly a plane, to be in those amazing skies and just control that majestic craft, it went for nights, drawing of jets on anything I could lay my hands on became a constant involuntary hobby.

However, the dream came to an end gradually when I got to understand the condition I found myself was not sophisticated enough to aid the pursuit of that career, without even telling anybody, the whole craze seemed to bring itself to a halt even in the sight of others. It's like when we have a dream, the universe conspires with us to aiding us in keeping that dream alive, or if not, why do something's become coincidences when some dreams are ignited, only for those coincidences to occur at that time.

Before my uncle bought his first car, he had a dream he drove a car into his compound, and he was sure the car was his, with the way he felt. The next morning, on his way to work, someone tapped him on the shoulder and asked him to come to repark his car that he was obstructing traffic. He was first pissed off, he doesn't even own a car, thought the person wanted to mock him, he was also shocked, then confused, then he became happy when he remembered his dream earlier, he bought his 2 cars 1 month after. A coincidence right?

My uncle could achieve his dream no doubt, but my question lies in this, when a dream has been achieved, what happens to that dream? Is that al there is to be with that dream?

I've asked so many people this question and they've all come up with awesome feed backs, one very interesting one I derived was that people love to dream no doubt, but stick to that dream or even water it enough to take it fruition is the problem as we are often too quick to abandon ship and return to base, or hop on another dream, that's not theirs. Once a endeavor encounters some type kg challenges, we are quick to throw these dreams away for lesser more convenient.

This post is not based on or directed to/at these sort of people and dreamers, but rather on a totally different aspect of dreams.

When dreams have been accomplished, what next happens to them. Do they disappear? Or die? Or just stop being a dream!

I will love for us to share our opinions as I continue this discussion in my next post. See you in a bit.