Infinite Ink

Dreaming in Daylight

Once upon a time I wrote an essay called "I have a dream". Trust me, you don't want to read it. It would be like chewing cardboard. In fact, cardboard would probably give you some fiber, whereas my essay would give you indigestion. Dreams are meant to be dreamed and lived, even breathed and tasted, not written down and shelved away. The only time a dream should be written down should be when it takes on the shape of a goal.

Today I watch Baba's eyes light up when he describes his latest flight in a glider. I see Mama enthusiastically detail her latest Pinterest-inspired project for her students. My brother messages us in our family Viber group, telling us how he won an award for best marketing student. I watch my work live on Wattpad. I guess what that has to say about us as a family is that Baba has the dream that lives even when the wifi is disconnected. On a more serious note, it won't do to list the family dreams here, because a new priority item just popped up on my priority list: washing the dishes. Well, at least my daydreams will be squeaky clean.

What makes your eyes shine with promise? Next chapter is about the importance of public wifi, which, come to think of it, does make one's eyes shine with promise, but I said it first, so you can't say it now, OK?