You May Call Me a Dreamer

We used to look up. Somewhere along the way, we stopped.

We got comfortable. Started optimizing for takes instead of outcomes, choosing commentary over creation. And that’s a problem, because commentary never shipped anything.

They’ll call you a dreamer for that. For looking at the world and thinking it should be different. They say it like it’s a diagnosis — like ambition is something to grow out of. But here’s what they forget: every single thing they depend on was built by someone who got called the same thing.

The ones who bent the arc of history weren’t superhuman. They were just stubborn enough to look at the world and say, “No, this isn’t done yet.” That’s the whole playbook.

If you zoom out and ask what actually moves the needle on human survival, it comes down to one variable: innovation. We didn’t outrun the things trying to kill us. We outbuilt them. Every single time.

So when you push on something and the world pushes back with “that’s just how it works” — pay attention. That’s not a wall. That’s a flag. You just found a piece of the operating system nobody’s had the nerve to refactor.

And yeah, you might swing and miss. But ambitious failure is infrastructure. Every time someone reaches past what’s “possible” and comes up short, they move the line. You’re not failing — you’re load-bearing.

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

Here’s to the ones who see the gap between what is and what should be and treat it like a spec, not a tragedy. The ones who walk into rooms full of incumbents and start dismantling.

You may call me a dreamer.