why we keep forgetting our dreams

As someone age 14 who has been dreaming about accomplishing many things of great magnitude and full of joy, I wonder – why we keep forgetting what we dream about?

You can relate, I bet, it’s easy, all of us have had in our heads, too many promises and bumps of easiness. You felt the power inside your chest and asked your god for light and wisdom, but so forgot to ask forgiveness.

For what, you’ll ask, and I will cry: for what shall we have not achieved in life, for the pain we thought we must deserve, and all the doubts we try. You ask for it all in advance, and pray so hard you make it easy.

I cry to you again, I beg, do not pretend that you are busy. Do not accept a weaker’s life, please do not call another round, of whisky, gin, or rum on ice. You shall regret no single failure, for those you’ll get your peace of mind, but don’t forget the childish dreaming.

You say you didn’t know, nobody showed you where to find the meaning, no one has ever tried to do it instead of you, for you*, excuse me.

You know, you started acting kind of silly.

Who am I? To give your life what call you reason. It is not right. I tried to say you knew it early: How to believe.. and dream.. and everything. But now you need to chill, get back and think, be still…

You do not want? what shame..

How you refused to listen when it was the single thing to do; and comprehend, process, then act, all of them were out of question too. So now what’s left?

I’d love so much for you to call the truth.

How can you live, when you forget the dreaming?