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What Is Your Dream? (No Money, No Mayhem)

Do You Have A Dream?

Here’s a question I’m curious about. What’s your dream? Not your goal for the quarter or your plan for the weekend. I mean the big, secret, slightly embarrassing dream you rarely say out loud.

The options are limitless, but I’m adding two rules. Your dream can’t be getting rich, and it can’t involve hurting anyone. Everything else is fair game.

Why I Banned the Lottery Answer

Ask a hundred people about their dream, and a lot of them say money. I understand why. Money feels like a skeleton key that opens every door.

But money is a tool, not a dream. The real question is what you’d do with it. Maybe you’d travel, build something, help your family or finally quit the job that drains you. Those answers are the dream, and the cash is just the ticket.

So I’m skipping the ticket. Tell me where you actually want to go.

Dreams Come in All Sizes

Dreams don’t have to be giant to count. Some people want to learn to fly a plane. Others want a tiny cafe by the beach where everyone knows their name.

Maybe you want to write a book and see it on a shelf. Maybe you want to run a marathon, learn piano at fifty or restore the old car sitting in your garage. Plenty of people dream about rescuing dogs, building a school or mending a broken relationship with a family member.

Every one of those is a perfectly good dream. None of them requires a yacht, and none of them needs anyone to lose.

Mine Is Simpler Than You’d Think

I’ll go first so nobody feels shy. My dream is to keep creating things that make people think and feel something. A story, a post or a sentence that lands at exactly the right moment for someone who needed it.

That’s it. No private island, no empire, no trophy. Just the chance to wake up, make something and hope it helps another person see their life a little differently.

Funny thing is, writing it down made it feel bigger than I expected. Dreams often shrink when we keep them in our heads and grow when we say them out loud.

What Your Dream Says About You

Here’s the fun part. A dream works like a mirror. A beach cafe often points to a craving for community and slow mornings. Flying usually means you want freedom and a bigger view. Writing a book can signal a message that’s been waiting years to come out.

Look at your own dream for a minute. What does it say you’re hungry for? Peace, adventure, connection, creativity? That hunger is worth knowing, because you can feed it today in small ways, even while the big dream waits.

If you crave adventure, take a new route home tonight. If you crave connection, call an old friend. Tiny meals keep the big appetite alive.

Why So Many Dreams Fade

Most dreams don’t die in one dramatic moment. They fade quietly. Life gets busy, bills show up, and the dream slides to the bottom of the list.

Fear plays a big part, too. We worry about looking foolish. Someone laughs at the idea once, and we tuck it away for good. Or we tell ourselves “someday,” which sounds hopeful but behaves like a trapdoor. Someday isn’t a day of the week, and it never shows up on a calendar.

Sometimes the dream just feels too far away. Climbing a mountain looks impossible when you stare at the peak from the parking lot.

Make It Smaller to Make It Real

Here’s the trick I like. Shrink the dream into a first step so small it’s almost silly.

Want to write a book? Write one paragraph tonight. Dreaming about a cafe? Visit three local ones and chat with the owners. Want to fly? Book a single discovery lesson. Hoping to heal a family rift? Send a short, kind message.

A tiny step beats a perfect plan, because a tiny step actually happens. Then the next one gets easier, and soon the dream looks less like a fantasy and more like a to-do list.

Also, tell someone. A dream you share with a friend gets real fast, because now there’s a witness. Pick a person who cheers instead of someone who rolls their eyes.

Now Tell Me Yours

Okay, your turn. Drop your dream in the comments, and keep to the two rules. No getting rich and no hurting anybody. Beyond that, go as wild and as wonderful as you like.

While you’re at it, add the first tiny step you could take this week. I want to see which dreams people are carrying around and cheer every single one.

And if you spot someone else’s dream in the comments that speaks to you, say something kind. You never know whose Tuesday you might change.

Zsolt Zsemba

Zsolt Zsemba has worn many different hats. He has been an entrepreneur, and businessman for over 30 years. Living abroad has given him many amazing experiences in life and also sparked his imagination for writing. After moving to Canada from Hungary at the age of 10 and working in a family business for a large part of his life. The switch from manufacturing to writing came surprisingly easily for him. His passion for writing began at age 12, mostly writing poetry and short stories. In 1999, the chance came to write scripts. Zsolt took some time off from his family business to write in Jakarta Indonesia for MD Entertainment. Having written dozens of soap operas and made for TV movies, in 2003 Zsolt returned to the family business once more. In 2018, he had the chance to head back to Asia once again. He took on the challenge to be the COO for MD Pictures and get back into the entertainment business. The entertainment business opened up the desire to write once more and the words began to flow onto the pages again. He decided to rewrite a book he began years ago. Organ House was reborn and is a fiction suspense novel while Scars is a young adult drama focused on life’s challenges. After the first two books, his desire to write not only became more challenging but enjoyable as well. After having several books completed he was convinced to publish them for your enjoyment. Zsolt does not tend to stay in one specific genre but tends to lean towards strong female leads and horror. Though he also has a few human interest books, he tends to write about whatever brews in his brain for a while.

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