This will be an intentionally cryptic post. Sometimes I wish I could be more forward than I am on my blog. I know I’m pretty forward but I honestly wish I could be even more so. However, I try to only talk about myself and allow others to publicize their life if they chose to (which I highly recommend as it is thoroughly therapeutic.) As the song says:
I am what I am
I am my own special creation
So come take a look
Give me the hook or the ovation
It’s my world that I want to have a little pride in
My world, and it’s not a place I have to hide in
Life’s not worth a darn ’til you can say
“Hey world, I am what I am!”
I am what I am
I don’t want praise
I don’t want pity
I bang my own drum Some think it’s noise I think it’s pretty
And so what if I love each sparkle and each bangle?
Why not try to see things from a different angle?
Your life is a sham ’til you can shout out loud: “I am what I am!”
(Btw, is there a better description of me than that song?)
As I was saying. I was sitting alone at night lost in my thoughts, and I started thinking about a question asked to me by a friend when discussing a problem in my life. She said ‘What do you hope for?’. It’s such a simple question but so hard to answer. What do any of us hope for?
The answer is simple and complicated at the same time.
I hope for an eternal family with a companion who loves me forever.
I hope to always have good friends. Friendship is hope. Almost all the love I’ve had in my life has been from friends. I love that in the Greek language the word love is actually 4 different words, agape, philos, eros and storge. Agape is especially moving as it means a love so great we would sacrifice all for it. Fits with the scripture- greater love hath no man than this that he lay down his life for his friends (John 15:13).
I hope for a healthy body that can really be used to inspire other people. I am healthy now but I know if I looked healthier to the average Joe I could do more good. This motivates me to keep trying.
I dream of writing a book based on my life and my struggles. My sister is the writer in the family but I have lots of ideas, both fiction and non-fiction that I think would be terrific books. Its starting and having the time to keep at it that keeps that dream deferred.
I dream of the ocean on a daily basis and can hear the wish, wish of the tide accompanying my life and keeping me calm. I feel sad that this year will go buy without a glimpse of the ocean. Someday I want to own a house near a beach. Any beach.
I hope to contribute to the world in a meaningful way. I think I do but I want to do more. I want the world to know Rachel existed. I still haven’t figured out what my big contribution is going to be. Maybe it’s this blog and if it is I better be sure to make it authentic and the true Me. Hmmmm
There are many more things I hope for. I could spend all day.
But at the moment many of my dreams are deferred. I think a lot of us have to defer our dreams. I love the Langston Hughes poem and had it on my mind today:
What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore–
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over–
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?
I don’t know what it does? Probably some of everything? That’s all I will say, but I have moments where it dries up, festers, stinks, sweetens, sags, weighs me down and even explodes. I’m a bit of a control freak and a dream deferred is the ultimate loss of control.
It’s a dream deferred and I don’t want to wait!
So those are my thoughts and as almost nobody reads my pondering posts, I will say goodnight to myself, and try to do some actual dreaming. Sigh…
5 thoughts on “Dream Deferred”
This is my favorite Langston Hughes poem. Just don’t explode or let your dream dry up in the sun? I don’t know what dream of yours was deferred, but don’t give up. Keep fighting for what you want.
Thanks Erin. I have lots of dreams I’m waiting on. I have my moments of giving up but the spirit always comes in and reminds me that the Lord has everything in His hands.
Both these poems are some of my favorites. I’m also a huge Emily Dickinson and Elizabeth Bishop fan.
I wish I could write poetry but I’m terrible at it. I guess I get to enjoy others work, which I do.
I disagree that you could do more good of you “looked healthier”. I personally would have been too intimidated to try open-water swimming if you looked like all the other open water swimmers I’ve seen. I would have thought, “I’m too fat and slow to do something like that.” But instead I thought, “If Rachel, a real girl with a real figure can do that, then maybe I can too. Maybe I don’t have to look like I jumped out of Self Magazine to accomplish my fitness goals.” and that, my friend, has made all the difference in the world. 🙂
Thank you so much. That means a lot. Made me cry. I want to make a difference with my small life. Means a lot to know that I do.