The day was August 28, 1965. One single man spoke to hundreds of thousands about his dream. He resurrected the dream of freedom, equality and brotherhood from the grip of cruelty that held it for more than two hundred years. With both his life and his death he changed this country, and the world itself, speaking against those who would deny basic human rights to people.
That is vision.
When we see it in others, it is their Vision that gives us hope and inspires loyalty. Others see it in us, and it drives them to strive and excel. But it is quite often hidden or obscured by everyday events and problems, and thus can be hidden from our site and lives.
When we were children, we had dreams. Wagons became chariots and empty boxes became castles. We lived the storybooks and legends we read or heard about. We knew what was right and what wasn’t. Heroism was worth some temporary discomfort and getting one big thing right was more important than any day to day events. As we became adults, we learned to suppress the dream for the reality of failures, struggles and the insignificant details of everyday life. We gave up the hard dreams for the easy wins.
In spite of this, we do live in a world where people are willing to sacrifice everything for hope. Parents struggle to give their children better lives and chances than they have. Friends stay by our side through our failures and weaknesses and guide us through the murk to our futures. And finally our children, who with love and hope in their hearts, see us not as we are, but as we could be.
In the Dedicant’s Handbook, Vision is defined as “the ability to broaden one’s perspective to have a greater understanding of our place/role in the cosmos, relating to the past, present and future”. We can wake up ready to deal with only daily life, or we can look past to something bigger, to someplace that until it is reality, seems only a dream.
I have a vision. Do you?