Discover who you are, your likes and dislikes, pleasures points and pain factors. Discover what makes you feel free and then also, fearful. In my early life experiences, I was slow to trust myself, my instincts, my feelings and my smarts because so much around me was always telling me "I was a child" and couldn't possibly know or understand such complicated life matters. And, when I loved I really did love--full blown, I would love you till our death type of love, but as my elders said, "it's only puppy love." I have never fully loved so much, as much, so trusting, freely, unconsciously ever again.
I really understood life matters and moreso, I really understood me. I was bright and much more inquisitive then. I would dream loud and for some odd reason or another, not trust those dreams. I could imagine the possibilities, and see beyond the bridges and two-lane highways of my small town and the others so close by. I discovered that some people really hate dreamers. They discount your ideas, and passions, and hopes and ultimately, dreams. For some people, just living in the day by day was more than enough. God didn't promise us a rose garden, did he? We were supposed to slave away, earn our keep along the way, pay a few bills, provide shelter and food, and for a couple of children, some clothing too to match the yearly growth. Along the way, in all this living, some people forgot to live. That's why I was different, I think. I kept dreaming long after my dreams were supposed to die and that's how I survived. It is those dreams that keep me going now. It is those dreams and each new one that allows me to smile at absolutely nothing at all.
I encourage you to discover some dreams for yourself. Discover you in an alone place. Discover you in a crowded room. Discover you on that dream vacation. Discover that you in kindergarten when you could color, and play, and build, and think, and run free. Then, and only then, discover you achieving all and missing nothing. What do you really have to lose?
Saturday, September 13, 2008
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