Dreams of Change? What does that mean? Why did I pick that title?

I had initially tried to sign up a blog under “metamorphosis” but that was already taken (it’s a dead blog), although now I think the title I ended up with is much more fitting.
This year, while in the process of my unknown growth and while putting together a poetry/photography book (not done, very very very soon though!), I came to notice a pattern in my life and in my writing.
I dream too hard, and too big.
Maybe my dreams aren’t always “too big” , most of the time the dreams are obtainable- albeit – very difficult to achieve. But I always, and I think I will continue, to dream too hard. I want too much all the time, I want to accomplish too much with my life and to accomplish things now and not have to wait.
Waiting is the worst part of our dreams, we must wait and, of course, we must take action.
I dream of a life in which everything is different, I dream of a life in which I am always happy and I am a famous photographer and an amazing poet. I dream of a life where stress never enters my bubble or anyone else’s bubble for that matter. I dream of being able to just create and do art 24/7 and not have to deal with money (I say we go back to bartering and using pepper as currency) or have to work ever in my life (you don’t have to work either in my fantasy, no one does)
What a life huh? If only it were real.
I want to travel the world and meet new people and learn new languages, I want to read every book, I want to be able to analyses books better, I want to be able to go where I want, when I want and not have to wait for the plane or the train or the other cars on the road. I want to learn to fly like the birds and swim like the dolphins.

See?
I dream too hard, and that’s not even the half of it.
What are some of your dreams?

Back to the other point…
Why the title?
I dream of change, I dream of growing and learning about myself and how to handle life. I’ve had depression almost much my entire life, and I’m hoping that if I can just learn more about…me and about how to handle things differently, my depression wouldn’t affect me as much.
I dream of taking control and of being able to hold myself above the water more often than not and not having to rely on others when I need help. I dream of being as independent as I pretend to be.

Sometimes, I wish my mind could shut off and I wouldn’t sit and think of all the things I want for myself, for others and for life in general. But then I wonder, what would be left? If not for my dreams, I would not have my creative side, all great writers have great imaginations. All great writers must have great imaginations or they wouldn’t be writers.

Do I really have a point or a reason for any of this? Not right now, but stay tunned, I’ll think of something, promise.