About Dreams and Reality

When she really wanted to grow up, she used to think it must be easier to be grown than to be small. She used to think, and she had faith in it, that if she were a little more skillful, dreaming would be worth it, because the girl used to believe that dreamed dreams became true with time. And all the girl wanted then was to see all of her dreams racing through time so they could become reality. She became less confused when a wise teacher helped her understand that we grow up faster the more perfect our learning is. In every possible way the child wanted to learn. She wanted to know everything, not just the fact, but the reason for stars hanging in the sky, for gravity and centifugal force, for storms and for flowering. The more the time passed, the more she tried to learn. And she touched everything and she felt everything and she read everything. She used to eat with the hunger of someone who wants to have ideas, and to understand them, science and philosophy, arts and eruptions, names and abbreviations. But when girl had finally grown up as all creatures do a deep sadness overtook her completely. Now that she knew about colors and transparent colors, about Gregorian chant and itchy skin about moons and circumferences, about the world, about onomatopeia, she could easily understand that dream and reality are parallel lines.