I had lunch with an enthusiastic group of first graders this week. They talked constantly. They talked with their mouths full. They talked over each other and increasingly louder so they could be heard over the other. One thing really stuck out as I was listening to them.
They talked big!
The conversation evolved from mine exploration to rocks to diamonds. I thought this was great how they strung all of this together but this was only a step in the grander plan. They needed more rocks and diamonds to sell and fund the real plan. The real plan was space exploration. The entire detailed conversation around mining was only to fund the space expedition they were to encounter. I thought it was great to watch their minds explore big possibilities and was glad they still dreamed big. But then I thought…this is only big for me.
The dreams of space exploration is not big to these little dreamers. They aren’t yet corrupted with limits that society and reality impose on us. I encouraged them to keep dreaming and then realized the happiest time of their day was possibly my saddest.
When do dreams die?