Dreams
All men dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds, wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act on their dreams with open eyes, to make them possible- T. E. Lawrence
Ever since I was a young boy I would dream. Dream of otherworldly planets- ones of ice, ones of rolling plains, ones of forests, ones of fire, ones of oceans, seas, rivers, lakes. Flying amongst the stars in a starship, watching as the galaxy swept by. Through clouded Nebulas were stars were born swerving out of the terrors of black holes. Was that not life that I should live? When I went to Mos Eisley I would hear stories of valour, hope, danger, despair from pilots, merchants, pirates, smugglers. Though some were honest and others under cover they all had one thing in common their love of space and travelling.
Uncle Owen used to laugh gruffly and say "you must be happy with what you've got. Your father got involved in with it all and look were it left him- dead".
As a young child I would say nothing but the older I got the more frustrated I became with this planet and lack of travelling I would reply "yes, it may have left him dead and me orphaned but I bet you anything there were times when he couldn't think of anything better." To this he made to say something but I put up a tanned hand and continued; " you have stayed on this planet for ever and probably for eternity but look were its left you- a moisture farmer who scrapes just enough to live on and a person ignorant of the really happens out there. Yes, you hear the news but that's always been twisted to the publishers, you've never experienced it first hand". Owen just sat there his face taunt and expressionless, realising I had said too much I left to go out and meet up with my friends. From that day I swore to myself I would make a name for myself and a purpose to my existence.
Looking back I achieved my goal of escaping the bare and barren world, I even made a name for myself- one that was echoed across the galaxy, whispered in the underworld, laughed at by my enemies and dreamt by others. I may have failed at things in life but this was not one of them. I discovered my past and made my present and dreamt my future. I found my father who was lost and in time detected my mother. Neither of them were whom I expected them to be but I love them and they were a mixing piece in the jigsaw of my love. Father at first brought me despair then he delivered joy. I have never truly found myself but I've searched for it and found pieces. There have been times when I've looked back, but not today I look to the future. I am a dreamer like my father before me
