THE LEGACY OF A POSITIVE DREAM

                   THE  LEGACY OF A POSITIVE DREAM

Introduction: The Weight of Routine

Life had become a monotonous cycle. Each day felt like a copy-paste version of the previous one. I woke up, went to work, completed tasks without much thought, and returned home, drained yet unfulfilled. It wasn’t a life; it was an existence. Somewhere along the way, I had lost the spark of inspiration, the courage to chase my dreams, and the respect I once held for myself.

Little did I know, one night would change everything.

The Dream Begins: An Otherworldly Journey

It started in a meadow unlike any I had seen before. The air was fresh, carrying a fragrance I couldn’t place, yet it felt comforting. Golden sunlight bathed the endless field of flowers, each petal shimmering as though they were tiny mirrors reflecting hope.

In the distance, a small figure appeared—a young child, perhaps ten years old. She had an aura of familiarity. Her bright eyes locked with mine as she beckoned me forward with a gentle wave of her hand.

“Come with me,” she said, her voice echoing in a way that was both soothing and commanding. “You’ve forgotten who you are.”

Facing the Mirror of Truth

As I approached her, she handed me a mirror. It wasn’t ordinary; its surface rippled like water, reflecting not my current self but versions of me from different moments in time. I saw the child I once was—innocent, curious, and unafraid. I saw my younger self dreaming of changing the world, brimming with courage and ambition. Then I saw the person I had become—tired, hesitant, and burdened by self-doubt.

“Do you see what’s missing?” the girl asked.

“I’ve…lost myself,” I whispered, tears streaming down my face.

She nodded. “But you can find her again.”

The Trial of Courage

The meadow shifted, and suddenly I was standing on the edge of a vast canyon. A narrow bridge stretched across it, swaying precariously in the wind. On the other side was a golden tree, its leaves glowing like lanterns in the darkness.

“You must cross it,” the girl said. “It’s the path to your courage.”

My heart pounded. The canyon below seemed endless, a void that could swallow me whole. Fear rooted me to the spot.

“I can’t,” I stammered.

The girl stepped forward and placed her tiny hand on mine. “Courage isn’t the absence of fear. It’s taking the step anyway.”

With her words echoing in my mind, I took a deep breath and placed my foot on the bridge. Step by trembling step, I moved forward. The bridge creaked and swayed, but I kept going, focusing on the golden tree ahead. Each step felt like reclaiming a piece of myself.

The Garden of Respect

When I reached the other side, the landscape transformed again. I found myself in a garden filled with statues of people I admired—mentors, friends, even strangers who had inspired me. Each statue glowed faintly, their inscriptions radiating with wisdom and kindness.

But at the centre of the garden was a single empty pedestal.

“Who belongs there?” I asked.

The girl smiled. “That’s for you. Respect yourself as you’ve respected others. Your place in the world is just as valuable.”

Her words struck a chord deep within me. I had spent so much time admiring others that I had forgotten to honour my own journey, my struggles, and my victories.

           The Gift of Purpose

The final part of the dream took me to a serene lake. The girl handed me a small lantern and pointed to the water. “This is your purpose,” she said. “Light it, and you’ll see the path forward.”

As the flame flickered to life, the water illuminated a mosaic of moments—acts of kindness, times I stood up for others, and instances where my courage had made a difference. It was a visual testament to the impact I had unknowingly made.

Tears welled in my eyes as I realized I wasn’t as lost as I thought. My life had meaning; I just needed to recognize it.

          Awakening: A New Dawn

I woke up with a start, the dream vivid in my mind. The sunlight streaming through the window felt different—warmer, more inviting. The weight I had been carrying for years seemed lighter.

I knew I couldn’t let the dream remain just a dream. That day, I began making changes. I started journaling to reconnect with my inner child, reached out to friends I hadn’t spoken to in years, and took the first steps toward pursuing a passion project I had abandoned long ago.

It wasn’t just a dream; it was a turning point. Today, I live with more intention, courage, and respect for myself and the world around me. And whenever life feels overwhelming, I close my eyes and remember the golden tree, the glowing garden, and the little girl who reminded me of who I truly am.