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Daring to dream

Right there and then we parted, each going our separate ways, to seek out our dreams.
We may meet again if our ways converge to share what we have achieved
On July 1, I passed by an old man on a street in Hong Kong. Though I did not wish to bother him, he kept telling me about his dream. It is called the Chinese Dream (中國夢).
But the more he talked about it, the more confused I became. Yet the Space Dream (航天夢), shared by his child who was accompanying him, appeared more comprehensible.
Nevertheless, I was looking for something more solid, down to earth and, from my perspective, more achievable.
So I said, “I can’t do it,” but in much the same way as the father in the movie, The Shack, who could not forgive the man who killed his daughter, I actually meant, “I don’t want to try.” So I walked away.
I was then attracted to a group of young people who were displaying extraordinary skill, energy and amazing endurance. They had a common dream—to participate in the Olympic Games and possibly win a medal.
That entails the development of talent, skill, tactics, psychological and physical fitness, and demands tremendous family and societal support.
Hence just pursuing the dream offers a highly fulfilling experience, not to mention the possibility of achieving the glorious moment of winning.
But being the youngest of a generation in my family tree, I was seldom sufficiently determined to win games.
After all, losing to older people is the norm. So I used to play well to the point of glorious defeat (雖敗猶榮).
But while these young people commanded all my admiration, finding no strong passion to win within myself, I left them and walked on.
The saying that men make things complicated to protect themselves from reality is probably true. 
Thanks to all those professionally dressed professionals sitting in high places who guided my way, I had to pick a path through a forest of rules and regulations, licences and permits in following the dream that I chose to pursue.
I paid them a handsome sum in return. But the thought of becoming one of them was indeed appealing.
So I did reasonably well in my exams and gained enough relevant work experience by following in the footsteps of those who showed me the way that I have become one of them.
So I now have a spot in say two per cent of the community. I have now found more rules and regulations to follow, as well as producing more licences and permits, and verified information for compliance sake just to guide the many people looking to follow their own way.
And, incidentally, I have earned much more than I was ever paid before.
At times, I was even applauded for proposing advancement in professional practices. 
But overall, it is rewarding and I used to think that I had fulfilled my dream.
But reflection from a higher level of perspective suggests that I have only fulfilled others’ norms and expectations.
My experience tells me that there is nothing as unique as a person that is able to call on my utmost passion.
But at the same time, it also tells me that the norms I followed did help in transforming myself into a person who can dream.
So what should be my ultimate dream—to become the sanctified person I want to be—to be emphatic, but objective, humble without inferiority, humorous, but not tease, and certainly a person who shines for the sake of the truth without boasting (Matthew 5:16 & 6:3–4).
But can a dream of reaching that state of sanctification be fulfilled? Jesus said, “With man, this is impossible, but with God all things are possible” (Matthew 10:26).
There is no way that I should be limited by biological or psychological DNA.
I said, “I can’t do it” no more! But now I am determined. After all, dreams are not necessarily fulfilled, but they inevitably offer life.
And Jesus said, “I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full” (John 10:10).
So on that July 1, I continued with the walk, but with a feeling of being accompanied (John 14:18–20) and singing along to the words of the song, You’ll never walk alone, while always thinking of you.
Surely then, we’ll meet again, somewhere, someday, somehow!
● Gabriel