Mine is a spirit that knows no bounds.
My dreams are not impractical or childish, silly or misguided.
Dreams are whispers of truth. Murmurs from the Divine.
My daydreams, hopes, instincts, they are the only real things.
Hints at who I’m supposed to be.
And my dreams chose me.
Dreams tug and pull in sleep and waking.
I don’t want to ignore them this time.
I don’t know how to be the person everyone wants me to be. And I don’t want to be her.
I want to swim in beauty, open my heart wide, and understand joy.
To do a thing I never thought possible. Then do another.
Have you ever felt that you were on the cusp of something truly great?