11.03.2024, Jasmin Schweizer
I've been singing since I was a child. I have been composing - for several years. I've been dreaming for as long as I can remember. I have been living - from my children's point of view - for quite a long time.
Singing is part of my personality and is such a part of me that it is nothing out of the ordinary for my family and friends. The fact that I started composing a few years ago was probably rather surprising – even to myself. Nevertheless, I did not attach much importance to this at first. It was good for me, it had to be, it just came out of me: A hobby, a balance, everyone needs something for their salvation. But then these darn dreams were added. What if...?
I live a good, privileged life, integrated into everyday life with obligations between the routine that comes with it and the intensity of family life. Why change something? Small dreams can be accommodated well here. But what about the big ones? Where do they have space? Why do they still exist?
Mid-life crisis? A spirit of optimism now that the children are no longer children? Typical for this age, to go over the books again, I can read this in every guide book. Life is finite and is consciously perceived as precious when the end is closer to midlife than the beginning. No matter what you believe in, the fact is: In the here and now, everyone has only this one life that needs to be used.
But what if these big dreams have always been there, I have repressed them because I had lacked the courage to implement them? I didn't believe in my big dreams and therefore integrated my little ones well into my previous life. A bit of luck is more than nothing and keeps the satisfaction engine running for at least some time. As soon as the engine stutters, I put another dream into practice and the engine runs again for a certain time as lubricated. It's not bad to act like this: down-to-earth, realistic. Small dreams for little people. So far, things have been going well.
But what if these big dreams don't pass by, but knock on the brain walls, just when you lie relaxed and actually want to think of nothing but sleep? When you start to question the familiar? Is then the time to give up or give in? To take the plunge into the cold water? Or would you rather realize a little dream again? A new job (more of the same)? Planning a renovation of the house or a trip? Or is another wellness weekend enough?
Is it still allowed to have big dreams after a certain age or is this reserved for youth? When are you too old for that?
I have now noticed that certain dreams in my head have no expiration date. They push to the surface, whether I like it or not. They make themselves felt with all their strength and the more I resist them, the stronger they defend themselves. Eventually, this will take its revenge, be it physically or mentally. I don't want to let it get that far. This one life should be used, because it has an expiration date! The only question is whether I have enough lifetime to realize my dream. The countdown is on!
The song DREAMWORLD is about a world like I want it to be.
translated from the original German version
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