To Dream or Not To?
Where i am from, life is built on dreams, on strife. My dreams were given to me by Daniel Defoe, Charles Dickens, Jules Verne and used American literature textbooks bought when M.V. Doulos came to port. Strife forced me to make my dreams reality.
In Singapore where I live now, books are being left for new media. Sad to say, it is hard to get that sense of imagination with visual media. And it is ironic that I am using a new medium to convey this thought. In one of my previous posts I expressed that I had stopped dreaming, I think the reaon for that might be lesser reading that I do.
Ideas may have changed things and what H G Wells and Jules Verne wrote may be reality now. Maybe we should be looking for more progressive radical and imaginative authors ( don’t have a clue who they are ). But I feel that going back to those old school stuff would ground us to reality, to a time when life wasn’t all that easy – no Blackberry, no Youtube or Mc Donalds.
I can positively say that whatever is free in me is a direct or indirect result of books. I learned that the best lies are the ones closest to the truth from John Steinbacks ‘East of Eden’, the spirit of adventure from Defoe’s ‘Robinson Crusoe’, respect for all animals from Jack London’s ‘White Fang’ and so on and so forth.
At where I am in life right now, dreams come hard. But they have made me realize the power they have had over my life and others around me.
To dream or not to live, that is reality for me.
Published: Friday, August 7th, 2009
Filed under: Thoughts & Brain-Farts
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