A dream is not something you achieve. It’s something you continually pursue.
I had a dream, the first dream that has awakened after reading of myths and legends and wizards and dragons. It was a dream of a hero, of an adventure to a land far far away, in a city unseen and people unmet. It was a dream where every pain hidden by every person is uncovered like a thousand age skeleton dug and made for every man to understood and respected for the story it has to tell. It was a dream where poets and storytellers are heard, where love could mean more than the union of bodies and spoken vows but also a piece of dessert left for oneself as a small thank you for living one more day, breathing one more second. It was a dream of sailing a round world– not a flat one with edges where someone could fall to nothingness and be left unmarked in death as in life . Round, where one could go home to the sand and the flowers and the smell of cooking. To go home, where we are all immortal to those who truly love us. Because one could be homesick for people too and long for a touch of familiarity after soaking the infinite possibilities whispered in the open seas.
It was a happy dream. A pure and fragile one. And sometimes it scares me to lay bare these thoughts in a world where dreams are rare and dreamers more so. Yet I wish that we may never be aliens to our own dreams, childish they may be, and that the dreams of our soul always linger in our hearts. I wish that the shelves in our minds that stores visions of the future that we dare not even speak be not covered in dust but be visited and cared for always.
There is such cruelness in this world, one that often burns the red passion of our blood into charred black of bitterness. But there is beauty, I know. Little beauty in such an enormous world. And that beauty manifests in moments when we close our eyes to the gray skies and open our hearts to the impossible. One day, I will make poems of the world I have helped build. But now, let me live the life that life has to offer. Let me dream of that dream which is yet to come true.
As I wish you will do.
To Kim Jonghyun, you have been one to understand what it feels to be alone in a world where you can have everything. Yet you dreamed and through you, your fans also dreamed. I hope that as you go to heaven, you can now have the peace you long for.
I miss you and thank you, my dreamer.