What is Your Dream?

“Now life has killed the dream I dreamed” are the final words to a song from the musical “Les Miserables”. I think in many cases this is true in our lives. We have a dream when we are full of energy and then as life unfolds our dreams begin to slowly die and finally one day we wake up and realize that our dreams are just a fading memory.
Whether it be dreams with our horses or other areas in our lives, we must actively pursue our dreams or they begin to weaken and die. Our dreams must be nourished and cherished so that they may flourish and thrive.

What is your dream?

Here is a lady that was unemployed and caring for her sick mother in a tiny village in Scotland. She has had a dream of being a professional singer since she was a little girl. To the outside world she looks foolish and a very unlikely prospect for a professional singer. From all that I read about her she had about given up on her dream.
Have you ever had a dream that others laughed at or worse you laughed with them at it? Have you ever wanted to do something or be something that made no sense to those around you? And sometimes it didn’t make sense even to you but still you were drawn toward it? Have you ever dreamed something so big that it was deemed foolish by those around you?

Do you have a dream inside of you that you have just about given up on? What is it?

What is your Dream?

Think of it right now as you watch this video and be prepared to be inspired to drag it out and dust it off and start to live your dream.

This video is a clip from the TV show “Britain’s Got Talent”, Britain’s equivalent to “American Idol”.
Many of you may have viewed this video clip previously but take a look at it again in light of your personal dreams!

Watch the video here

Then return and leave a comment about your Dream.

I encourage you to Dream Big and never give up!

Lyrics to I Dreamed a Dream

I dreamed a dream in time gone by
When hope was high,
And life worth living
I dreamed that love would never die
I dreamed that God would be forgiving.

Then I was young and unafraid
When dreams were made and used,
And wasted
There was no ransom to be paid
No song unsung,
No wine untasted.

But the tigers come at night
With their voices soft as thunder
As they tear your hopes apart
As they turn your dreams to shame.

And still I dream he’ll come to me
And we will live our lives together
But there are dreams that cannot be
And there are storms
We cannot weather…

I had a dream my life would be
So different from this hell I’m living
So different now from what it seems
Now life has killed
The dream I dreamed.