People often say, “Dreaming won’t hurt you.” But maybe the real problem is never dreaming at all.
At AdmiGram.com, we believe that some dreams take time — but the right ones always find their way home.
About Dreams and Thirty-Seven Years
One afternoon, my older sister came home carrying a tiny pink food bowl for a kitten.
Mom spotted it immediately.
“Don’t even start,” she sighed, hands on her hips. “We’re not getting a cat.”
Without saying a word, my sister walked into our bedroom and placed the bowl beside her bed.
A few minutes later, Dad knocked gently on the door.
“Where’d you get the money for this?”
“I saved my allowance,” my sister replied.
“How long did that take?”
“About three months.”
Dad smiled as he slowly turned the little bowl in his hands.
“So… you’ve been dreaming about having a cat for three months.”
“I’ve been dreaming too!” I jumped into the conversation. “For a whole week!”
For some reason, everyone laughed.
Mom smiled and shook her head.
“Alright, dreamers. Dinner’s ready.”
That evening, after homework, my sister and I were playing on the living room floor while Dad relaxed with a cup of strong coffee and the newspaper.
Suddenly I looked up.
“Hey… if your three months and my week add up to one hundred days… doesn’t that mean tomorrow we’ll have been dreaming about a cat for exactly one hundred days?”
My sister only shrugged.
Before she could answer, Dad quietly spoke.
“One hundred days…”
Then he smiled.
“What if we add my thirty-seven years?”
I stared at him.
Thirty-seven years?
I even grabbed my notebook to figure out how many days that was, but the math was way too hard for me.
Eventually bedtime came, and I forgot all about it.
Dad left the house before sunrise.
When he returned, he called everyone into the hallway.
“So…” he said with an unusual grin. “This morning I did the math.”
He paused dramatically.
“It turns out we’ve been dreaming about the same thing for exactly 13,614 days.”
None of us understood what he meant.
Then he slowly opened his coat.
Curled safely against his chest was the most beautiful snow-white kitten we’d ever seen, with bright blue eyes staring right at us.
My sister and I were so shocked we couldn’t even scream.
Mom folded her arms, trying very hard not to smile.
Then she looked at Dad and laughed.
“Well… add my thirty-one years too, Mr. Mathematician.”
She walked to the closet and pulled out a tiny pet name tag she’d been secretly saving for years.
It had one word engraved on it:
Luna.
Never Stop Dreaming
Some dreams come true overnight.
Others take years.
But the dreams worth having are always worth believing in.
So keep dreaming.
Because sometimes, someone else has been dreaming the very same dream all along.
