It’s the 50th anniversary of that powerful, enduring speech, and somehow I want to cry.
There is so much dreaming still to be done.
And so much pressure to abandon those dreams. To sleep so deep that we forget how to dream. To wake with no awareness of ever having had one.
Easy to be cynical and say the obvious: dreams aren’t reality. But isn’t that just an excuse for inaction? A different reality is not possible if you cannot imagine it. If you cannot imagine peace, or friendship, or even simply absence of conflict, you will not act towards it. You will be a passive bystander in your own life and that of the world around you. You will accept the status quo, however bad it is. Your lack of dreams will become your waking nightmare.
In June, I said that if we call something impossible, we act in such a way that we make it so. I stand by that. I stand by the vital human ability to defy nightmare and to insist on dreams, on different possibilities.
Even as we know we will never fully achieve them, the very least we can do is try.