You may call me a dreamer

A scenic nighttime landscape in a horizontal format. A man and a woman stand hand in hand with a dog sitting loyally beside them, all silhouetted against a vivid, star-filled sky. The night sky is vast and breathtaking, showcasing the Milky Way and countless stars that evoke a sense of wonder and infinite possibilities. The foreground features gentle hills and hints of natural vegetation, creating a serene and tranquil atmosphere. The composition conveys unity, hope, and the beauty of shared dreams under the expansive cosmos.

There was a time when humanity looked up. We defined ourselves not by what we were, but by what we could become. But recently, we have traded audacity for complacency, settling for a commentary on reality rather than an attempt to change it.

We need to remember that the “dreamers” of the past were not gods. They were ordinary people who refused to accept the world as a finished product.

When you solve for the survival of our species, one variable matters more than the rest: innovation. It is the only reason we climbed out of the mud. We did not outmuscle our environment; we outthought it.

Take this with you: When you ask a question and the world answers with “because that’s how it is,” do not retreat. That friction is a signal. It means you have found a dogma that needs breaking.

If you try and fail, know that it was not in vain. Progress is built on the back of ambitious failure. Every time you push against the boundary of what is possible, you make room for the rest of us to follow. You are part of a lineage of builders who refused to accept the status quo as a life sentence.

Let the cynics have their comfort. We have work to do.

Here’s to the ones who ask “What if?” Here’s to the ones who see the world not as it is, but as it should be. Here’s to the ones who step into the ring with giants and dismantle them.

Here’s to the dreamers.