Young daughters imagined they would grow up to be mothers,
and have children of their own.
Future careers were imagined, such as teacher or shopkeeper,
and any other career they had been exposed to.
Even being a princess seemed possible.
Similarly young boys dreamed of a future,
driving trains or flying planes.
Being a super hero was also on the list.
As the years passed we continued to dream.
We dreamed of finishing school.
Going to college, and the career we would pursue.
Some dreamed of money, others had more altruistic visions.
Of helping others through education or health programes.
Now I am older I wonder today,
“Have I stopped dreaming?”.
If I am still dreaming what are my dreams now?
I am married and have a lovely family.
A home, and a part time job.
Have all my dreams come true?
Or is it natural for us all to want more.
For myself as I type this up today,
I think I have actually stopped dreaming.
Life has perhaps taught me not to,
as to dream is only to wish for.
I would prefer to go out there and do.
For myself however I think the reality is,
I have not stopped wanting,
but I have stopped dreaming.