If there is one thing every kid in the world has in common, that thing would be dreaming. But not only at night, when lights go off and eyes give way to a world of unconscious images. Children go beyond that: they are the ultimate experts on day dreaming; and dreaming BIG!

The best thing about being a child is that one’s dreams are respected. If a child tells you that he/she wants to be a president of  Mars when becoming a grown up, nobody would think that the little person has gone mental. Now try to do that after your 30’s. Not the same compassionate and loving look from your peers, I presume.

The irony in the whole dreaming business is that, apparently, we are only allowed to dream big when we are little. Imagination leaves us in a silent way as we grow up, and one day we wake up and forget that, once upon a time, the sofa was a pirate ship, the dog really understood your plans to take over the world, and you were about to become the coolest astronaut/basketball player ever.

Then, as adults, we are only allowed to “dream” according to benchmarks given by society, or advertising campaigns by default. We are so busy trying to achieve what is relevant to our environment that we forget about what we truly want. We don’t remember how to dream, how to create a life that belongs to us,  ignoring that child within.  I guess we are too busy for that…

Dream Big

The thing with dreams is that they are faithful to you. Even if you have ignored them for decades they’ll be there, awaiting for a chance to become true. They’ll knock while you sleep, when you see other people achieving incredible things, when you look at yourself with that rare “I can do” attitude… They are there, lethargic but alive, still believing in you more than you believed in them.

The secret resides on remembering how to dream big. Not easy in the beginning, but everyone should give it a try. Simply stop calling ideas “silly”, “impossible”, “crazy”, “unreasonable” or/and “risky” and start listening to those longed buried hopes. There is the possibility that those dreams are not stupid, or unattainable; maybe they just needed an opportunity to be modified to fit the grown ups world. That’s all.

To end, can’t forget that the greatest things of  this “real” world are actually made by those who follow their dreams. Don’t believe it? “I want to fly like a bird” “I want India to be independent” “I want women to have the right to vote” “I want to make buildings that look like nature”. Every song, car design, road…was born in a person’s imagination, so avoid underestimating its power.

Now it is the time to decide if we have what it takes to take that journey back, rescue our dreams, and put them to work… our future might not be in our past, but is the present decision that counts. Don’t waste it!


My Nomad is Calling Again…

We often forget that humanity had to be nomad for a very long period before arriving to the present times; we often forget because it’s hard to imagine leaving everything behind again, and again, and yet once more. But deep inside we unconsciously drive for that extra mile, we always want things to be a bit better, to move forward as much as we can…I guess we humans have never stopped being nomads; at least mentally.

But what about those literally modern nomads? Those who seek new sensations, new landscapes, new ways to experience life? Is there space for people like this in a western civilization that continually tells us how to love the things we have? A civilization with so many rooted milestones (studies, job, house, marriage, children… a cute little dog), that as soon as someone decides to leave that path people ask “why?”

Many people have asked me that question: what is it that makes you go? To be honest with you: I have no answer. There is no rational explanation; but I can describe the feeling. A sudden inner pressure that once there keeps growing, and growing, until one day nothing else matters than the next adventure, and you find yourself looking for jobs “anywhere in the world” as long as they are not “here.” Then, without further explanation, one might trade a very well paid job, a wonderful spouse and a brand new TV set for a filthy back pack and a map. Routine becomes a deep grave, and I bet you can find many nomads under medication because they think something is wrong with them.

But I must say that the above is the superficial level. Deep down every erratic being knows what the final motivation of an endless path is: continuous discovery. But the nomad road is not about discovering other places; it’s about discovering your limits. To push you full speed towards your fears; face your true strength and your humanity every single day of your trip. When one feels totally exposed to a world where nobody knows you and is able to survive, It’s hard to feel more alive than that. The downside is that once you try that kind of life there is no turning back…

So here I am, a little person, hearing that inner nomad calling again. Preparing myself to be painfully uprooted once more from people I dearly love in order to continue my journey. Saying bye is never easy, – I’d even say it’s harder every time – although a true nomad knows that there are no goodbyes, in reality they are just shorter or longer “see you later”s. Next stop? Who knows; the call has not been answered yet.

I have no idea where I’ll end up, but of one thing I’m certain: I’m grateful every step of the way, because thanks to my nomad life I have found an amazing “alternative family” on the way that I love very much. That translates into a huge mortgage of gratitude to be paid daily. You see? At the end we are not that different you and me 😉