This is a new series of posts. It is not about books. It is about life and how we see it, and what bugs us most.
I have invited several authors as guests to write about issues which bug them a lot in life. Nobody will write to solve world peace, although you know we would if our words could. They will be venting off, blowing off steam, perhaps preach a little, perhaps cry out for help. We all need to do that sometimes, don’t we? I have used my prerogative of asking them not to go political on me. On you. These people are all passion, respect and dedication, so I am sure their posts prove to be a joy to read and make us all think, feel, and perhaps do something about it. As a mere accent on the pun in the title, each guest will also have a bug picture attached to their post. All similarities to real people are purely coincidental. Or perhaps not.
Well, time to be a good host and break the ice. Here is what bugs me…
The Dream Vultures
Yes, absolutely, this is what bugs me most in life. In all areas of life. The Dream Vultures! You all know them, right? People who feast on your dreams, who nibble away at you when you are most vulnerable…
Are they born or created by the world we live in? A bit of both, I think, but it makes no difference to the Dreamers. The Dream Vultures will disguise themselves in wonderful colours and entice you with sweet words, and you, the Dreamer, will open up and share. And they cannot help themselves, or will not. They must crush your dream, whatever means necessary. It happens in schools (remember the Pygmalion complex?), at work (oh how many times, starting with your first interview), on buses (with people you don’t even know), in the media (with people we all think we know), even in some families (with people we do know). They do their dance around you and nibble, nibble, nibble, drooling away at every sign of weakness, every tear, each sigh. They plot and deceive, and take their time, grinning through feigned smiles, patting you on the shoulders, their claws tasting the flesh. They feel empowered by your weakness. They feel superior.
But what it is – is cowardice. Pure and simple! It is the ancient routine of attack being the best line of defence. You think they can smell your fear? Sure they can. They relish it! But they can smell the rosebuds of your strength growing, and this horrifies them. You have a dream! They don’t. And you want to realize your dream! What if you make it? Then you might become stronger than them, and they just won’t have it. No way!
Being a Dreamer makes you vulnerable. You have so much to lose, because you care. This is your weakness. Or is it? It is just a trick of the eye. The eye sees what it wants to see. The soul does not. The Dreamer’s soul gives him immense power. The Dream Vulture’s soul is shrivelled. So he doesn’t have that power.
Being a Dreamer makes you powerful. You have so much to gain, because you care. So when you see the Dream Vultures coming, tire them out! Keep dreaming! Remain true to yourself! No better natural pesticide for such nasty creatures! There will always be Dream Vultures. But there will always be Dreamers, too. Always.
PS: See the little ladybird on the image? It probably always dreams of doing something important, despite its size. I am a Dreamer. Seeing a ladybird is a sign of luck for me, gives me hope, scares away the Dream Vultures. So for me, the ladybird’s dream has come true.