Here is a throwback post I originally published in February 2010 on one of my earlier blogs. As I re-read it, the theme of dreams being a process — a fulfilling process nonetheless– to achieve is still relevant to me now. Read on…
I’m dreaming big. I love having new dreams. I had another one today. I’m being called. It’s pulling me and I’m glad it came for me. Dreams are real.
Sometimes when a dream finds you, you have to get up and roll with it. Sometimes you have to fight for it. No dream is easily obtained. No matter how old I get, I feel like dreams will be my fountain of youth. As I take a sip of it, life feels refreshed; a thirst quenched.
My dream takes me away from here. I’m not sure where. You see, dreams sometimes come in piece by piece. They don’t always come in whole. It’s like a child. A child can’t walk until it learns to crawl; until it has the strength to hold its back up. My dream is the same.
Sometimes it’s confusing; that’s called the struggle. Just like when a child tries to stand and their knees shake. They don’t have control over their bodies yet; the same with my dreams. I know I need to walk one day. I know it will happen. Every time I stand and I fall, I’m growing stronger. No matter how hard the tumble, I land with grace.
That’s called risks — I have to take those all the time. I’m getting a whole bag full. Because once I get to the front of the line of success, I only receive my reward in exchange for those risks.
I can go on and on.
I live to tell the story of others. That is my dream. I want to share more of my dream. Yet sometimes I’m selfish. Like a child I don’t always want to let others tangle and play with it. Some I trust. Others I don’t. That’s the reality of it.
But once the dream finally walks, I know it will run, fly. Then no one can stop it from falling then.