Dream on

I have a dream. No, i have many dreams. Not just every night, but every moment of waking and breathing and living. One day, i saw a little brown bird with a patch of red on its head, jumping from twig to twig on a orchid plant outside my window. For a moment, he stopped and looked straight at me. I smiled at him and i told the bird my dreams.
Dreams of being an author and seeing my books on bookstores' shelves.
Dreams of standing under the limelight on a stage for once and not hiding behind curtains.
Dreams of being in love.
Dreams of being able to drive and own a car.
Dreams of living in a big mansion with a room full of books up to the ceilings.
Dreams of traveling around the world to places where i could never go because i'm not rich.
Dreams of not having to work, but to do something i love everyday for the rest of my life.
Dreams of having everything i ever wanted.

And the list could go on and on. But then the little bird began telling me about another girl in another land far away, and of her dreams.
Dreams of having a mom and dad.
Dreams of being able to go to school, read and write.
Dreams of knowing where her next meal will come from.
Dreams of having pretty clothes to wear, and another pair of shoes.
Dreams of being loved and cared for.

When the little bird finished his story, he looked at me, cocked his head and said, "Dream on."
And he flew away.