How is it that we all start our lives full of dreams and destroy them one by one. When we are children, we imagine a splendid future. We are certain to be come superheroes, popstars, famous artists or, of course, princesses. Every approaching day seems sunny, colorful, exciting. Then we start going to school. Slowly a massive amount of numbers and letters flood us, leaving no freedom in the way we can combine them. We start to think about how to become a successful and admired personality. A lawyer, doctor or professor. Some of us will achieve it, some of us won´t. At the time we go to university, we start to call the quest for success and earnings our dream and we forget that our profession is not who we are, it is only what we do. After all, what do dreaming and considering law cases or cutting open human bodies in order to heal them have in common? Dreams should let us feel light and invincible. And our life would seem a lot brighter, if we wouldn´t stop to create them as soon as we reach puberty. Often, former dreams become nightmares, when we reach them. The ambitious fifth-grader who wanted to become the best lawyer in the district has achieved what she wanted now. She dreams about loosing her cases every night and wakes up feeling her heart racing and sweating. Dreams turn to goals, we dream of going to the seaside, of buying a wonderful house above the sea, having children, driving the car we like and similar. Why don´t we dare to dream the impossible anymore? Is it because we are too grown-up and are afraid of coming down to earth with a bang after all that dreaming? I think the opposite would happen. The more we dare to dream, the more is possible. And maybe we would be surprised what can be if we would stop to follow the given and "realistic" paths...
