I build my castles on clouds, that I’m more than sure of. But then, you say, building them on clouds ain’t gonna work, as I could not be able to reach them, try as I might. Maybe, maybe not. But let me tell you this: I’ve always adhered to the thought that our dreams exist for reasons beyond reasoning, that they were put there in our hearts, for a purpose. Depending on what your faith is, you might say it’s God who put those in your heart, or Destiny.
I’ve always looked to the heavens since I was a child, and in a way, I still am. The sight of clouds moving across a cerulean sky is one that best epitomizes one’s dreams: fleeting yet substantial. The thing is, dreams are more than just fictional figments residing in the nooks of our brains: they function, not just as aesthetic accouterments but rather, as reminders. Reminders that there is a higher being who put those in our hearts just to let us know that we have also been given the skills, nay, talent to reach them: the tools to build our own castles, not just in the sky, but in the ground we stand on.