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Volume #58, Oct/2009

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Immanuel Velikovsky

Let's Live Up to Our Dreams

By Attos

It has been only a few times I have met, along my life, like minded people. In the world science community there are many, if not hundreds, of scientists, engineers or people with technical knowledge who are continuously thinking how to materialize something that somehow may satisfy the needs of people.

Out of the several individuals I have met, I rememeber this boy which told me about an idea he had of redesigning the pistons of an internal combustion engine. He wanted them to be quadrangular prisms (like cubes) instead of cylindrical. I clearly remember the luminosity of his eyes while he described all the details of his idea. Meanwhile, from time to time, he made me note how great of an idea it was. While he entertained the advantages of his idea, he remained silence every few minutes as to emphasize the dramatism of his disclosure, or maybe just to detect any amazement in me. I have to admit the idea amused me. Not so much because it was either good or bad, which thing, by the way, I have not dared to corroborate, but because of the fact of having in front of me an utmost passionate being. That boy was really passionately in love with his own idea. He gently caressed it and contemplated it in the same way we tenderly look at any dear creation we have come to make with passion in our heart.

When he finished his description he asked what I thought. I remember I stared at him for some instants while I carefully pondered what to tell him. At last I told him I thought he needed to get to study and obtain more information. I told him his idea might be good, but he would never know for sure until he formally studied the basis on which he sustained it.

-Maybe your idea is good -I told him-, I don't know, but you will never know either until you make it a reality, and to do that you have to study it more in depth, you have to make tests, you have to research, you have to materialize it.

I rememeber the luminosity of his eyes dimmed. I guess he was looking for some sort of confirmation about himself by explaining me everything he told me. I think he was expecting me to tell him his idea was excellent and that maybe he should go on and obtain a patent because his idea would revolutionize the technology as we know it. I think he desired, in his heart, that I told him he was a genius and maybe he even wanted me to tell him he should watch out for someday he might even be kidnapped for his idea. I think, basically, what he wished was that I contributed to give his ego a bit of food.

Live up to your dreams, it matters not how impossible they seem

I could not keep from feeling sad. I have seen that same look in the eyes of other people enough number of times as to become familiar with it. But the real sad part is that, an equal number of times, I have seen everything stopping there, as an idea. Everything remains as passionate descriptions of what would be or what we think would work. But we never dare to have them come true. Everything remains as a fleeting intention which vanishes as we allow ourselves to be dragged by our daily lives.

But, although the same happens to many, there are a few individuals who do not loose the focus of their attention and transform their intention into action. To those few there is no daily life dragging that takes them away from their goal, because they have found the way to have that same daily life drag to be what keeps them in the course they have set for themselves. It requires a strong will to achieve that. A solid mind set and an unbreakable determination to continue, to move forward, despite the obstacles in the way, which can get to be enormous. The biggest of which, however, I am convinced are not in the environment around us, but within ourselves.

There was no less passion in the heart of that boy than the passion that exists in the heart of a handful of individuals who sparingly inhabit this world and who dedicate their time to act. There is only a slim difference: the idea they have of themselves. Such an idea is what tells us what we are capable of doing and what not. But, that idea, as well as any other one, we can change it. As soon as we can achieve an idea of our own selves where we can materialize that which we can dream, our mind immediately starts providing us with ways to indeed materialize it.

It matters not our nationality. It matters not our race. It matters not our physical shape. It matters not our economical capability. It matters not even our intelligence level. It matters not many of the things they have thought us to believe it matters to realize our dreams. It matters much, however, the very idea we have of our own selves. If, in that idea, we accept the impossibility of realizing a given dream, then it will never be possible for us to realize it. But, coincidentally, such an idea we can change, consequently changing our own capabilities. It only depends on us to change such an idea, and since everything we are capable of doing depends on that idea, then everything we are capable of doing in this life depends only on our own selves.

It depends on us, therefore, whether we continue contemplating our own dreams within ourselves, just as this boy who narrated his dreams did, or else we live within our dreams when we finally resolve ourselves to make them our reality.

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