How
much are your dreams worth to you? I hear people all the time talk about their
dreams, but I often
wonder
how far are most people willing to go to achieve their goals?
Let’s
be honest dreams are free right? It is the action of bringing that dream to
fruition that will certainly cost you something much bigger.
If
you are looking for a handout or a free ride your dreams, and goals are really
not that important to you after all.
Anything
you place a high value on, you are willing to work hard for it without
complaining about it.
Take
for instance when you are in a relationship. You work hard to make sure your
relationship is a success. You put forth your best effort to ensure things
within the relationship will work out the way you desire them to. Most of us don’t
even think about what we do in terms of what it will cost us or the sacrifices
we make when we are in love with someone.
I
think a better way to view the question of how much does your dream cost you is
asking yourself “What am I gaining by going after this goal? How will this goal
or idea I am working on profit me? How will my dream CHANGE my life when I go
after it?”
Don’t
let hard work scare you out of working towards your dreams and goals.
Be
willing to spend time on your dreams and project. Set aside needed space daily
or weekly, depending on your time line.
Your
dream may cost you a few sleepless nights because you are up late working hard
on your project, or getting up earlier than normal to spend time on it;
however, the reward will be, so much sweeter when you finally see that you are
winning.
I
guarantee you if you work hard and stay focus your hard work will pay off when you
see your dreamblossoming right before your eyes.
I
don’t know if it was your eyes or your hair that caught my attention, but I was
hooked. I was his.
Maybe
it was a combination of them both perhaps.
I
did not expect to find love on a crowded New York street, but here I am looking
through the window at you sitting inside a French bistro.
You
are perfection in every single way.
When
God created you He took His time.
Your
perfectly sculpted face is mesmerizing. Those high cheekbones. Those dark brown
eyes of yours are exotic, mysterious, and alluring.
Your eyes call me to touch
your face without actually looking at me.
Don’t
get me started on those lips! I sense they ache to be kissed. I am more than
willing to oblige their request.
The
only thing that is stopping me is this glass window between us.
You
look like the kind of man I have been praying for!
I
long to hear your voice.
I
long to feel your warm breath on my chest.
Oh
how I long to hold your hand.
I
closed my eyes and inhaled deeply.
I
sighed because I wished I could smell your sweet scent. I imagined it would smell something
like Cool Water cologne after a misty walk in the rain.
For
that small moment when I closed my eyes I missed you.
You
are by far the best part of my day.
What
a shame you don’t even know my name.
You
don’t even know Iexist.
I
could be so good to you.
I
would sit and listen to you speak and engage you with my eyes.
I
would laugh at all of your jokes even the ones not so funny.
I
would make your favorite meals every night and have dinner by candle light
waiting for you.
I
could be the kind of woman who would support your dreams by telling you
to
follow your heart.
Wherever life took you I would be next to you by your side.
I
would treat you like a king because I know you are.
Together
as your queen we would rule the seven seas; however, you don’t even know I am
alive.
I
sadly put my hand on the glass window as I felt myself melting slowly into
misery.
I
guess it is now or never!
I
hope when you see me you see heaven in my eyes.
I
hope my eyes tell you my truth. I hope they reveal to you my story.
I
hope you envision me wearing a beautiful white dress standing on a beach saying
“I do” as I take your last name and become your Mrs.
I
hope when we kiss you feel the moon and the stars collide.
I
hope you see your future in my eyes and chase after destiny with me.
As
I walked closer to your table my heart rate raced even faster.
My
hands were sweaty. I felt completely nervous yet strangely excited about the future.
I
hope you don’t mind cause I am about to blow your mind.
“Hello!”
Is the only words I could say as your beautiful
dark browns eyes looked back at me.
You
smiled warmly and said “hello,” back.
Your
voice was so smooth and sweet. No sound had I heard like your voice that soothes me like the sounds of an ocean.
Your
eyes are so haunting. They hold secrets behind them that you long to tell me.
I
saw you pondering asking your soul "Who is this beauty standing before me"; when
all of the sudden I heard “Excuse me can we help you?”
She put her hand on his
shoulder, and she lowered her gaze at me. At last I saw the big ring on her tiny
finger.
My
heart broke into a million little pieces. All of my dreams had abruptly vanished.
Standing
there I had to try and recover somehow from this horrific experience.
The look of disappointment was
written
all over my face.
I
replied” I am sorry! I thought you were someone else.”
I
turned and walked away leaving the lovely little bistro feeling full of shame
and sadness.
Where
do I go from here? Standing outside all alone in the cold. I thought to myself.
Tonight
all of my hopes and dreams where lost in you. For a second it felt so good to
be lost in you, but this whole thing was by far too good to be true.
It
is clear you did not feel what I felt for you. I mean how could you? Your heart
was
already taken by another woman.
You
my love were never really mine!
Tears ran down my face. As crazy as it may seem I was already widely in love with a
man who never knew my name.
I
hope she treats you special and gives you all the love a man like
yourself
could ever want and deserve.
I
would have been so good to you, but sadly your heart was already taken
by
someone else.
I
guess this is how the story must end……
I
can still catch the L if I walk fast.
Dreaming
of you was now in the past.
Nothing
good could ever come of it.
I
hope this feeling of sadness and disappointment does not last forever.
This
is why I hate window shopping.
I look at things I know I can’t ever have!
There
is no point to this.
Crossing her arms and pouting under a street
light.
All
of this day dreaming has done nothing, but cause me more pain.
I now understand that sometimes
the dream is far better than reality.
Well anyhow......I
must walk fast if I expect to make my train and be home by nine.
Written by Corenna Khieu
Enjoy the song. I thought of it as I was writing this poem.
P.S.
My book "Daily Empowerment For Successful Living"
