People don't dream anymore, that's sad. I'm not talking about "I wish I had money" or "I wish I was famous", I'm talking about realness: something you want to be remembered for.
Steve Jobs died rich, but we remember him for his amazing management skills and innovative ideas. He inspired (and still inspires) people to take risks, to be entrepreneurial, to not be afraid of losing everything.
Mandela is mad rich too, but we will remember Mandela for his resilience, courage, his strong will, his trust and honesty to his cause. Madiba will be remembered not for his fortune, not for the money he gained, not for the prizes he won; but for his sacrifices, his journey; his beliefs.
Some people just want to be famous and rich, and are willing to compromise their values and integrity for that. Some of you just want to be flattered, want to have fans, want to be followed... How dare you calling that a dream? How dare you?!
A dream is not frivolous, is not selfish, is not pretentious! A dream is as real as this pen and this paper, and this hands, and this... This is a dream. To be here and to be heard. To live and to be loved. To be present, and to be past. That is a dream.
Dream of your name in History books! Dream of young people screaming "If she did it, so can I"! Dream of your mother and her labour pains! Dream of failure, struggle, bruises; but also dream of triumph, climb, success. Dream of birth and death, of tear and smile... Just dream, please, I beg you: dream!
