I am aware that I am not uniquely in a position to have standard dreams; standard in a sense that they stand out, out of many such dreams. But let me assume myself as an idealist and, at least for a moment, take for granted that my dreams wouldn’t remain dreams forever but would manifest themselves upon the passage of time, for conditions whatsoever.
I have a dream that I would feel proud of myself for being born in a country of great people and not just for being born in a great country. And I have a dream that these great people would realize their authentic greatness and emanate themselves to such a level that immorality, bigotry or any form of violence would be read as the elements of history, if that would be an only abode for them until they are forgotten.
I have a dream that we would have a world operating truly in the order of rationalism with development the only motivation. A world, whose citizens would realize how mysterious and grandiose the cosmos and our existence are and develop a sense of planet-hood and co-operation; a truly phenomenal world whose citizens don’t assume responsibilities to come from the memory but from their intuition; a secular world where freedom of speech is abundant, where the conditions to enjoy one’s life and existence would be inspiring. I have a dream to have a world, striving to make our race as humans, stand out in the frontiers of cosmic discoveries.
And more importantly, I have a dream that people would have genuine dreams; so much genuine that it would be an enough reason to what they sense of being significant and make their life meaningful through it but often in a subjective basis so that they aren’t compromised to what the world think of them or how good they must sound.