I had a dream. It was a dream that has been with me for most of my life – and that is a lot of years.
I met a man with the same dream, but his was much bigger than mine and we became friends. I didn’t have the faith that would allow me to dream so big and he taught me that dreams should be as big as you can possibly make them, and then make them bigger still. And so we dreamed. We dreamed big, and then we dreamed bigger. We were going to save the world, the galaxy, the entire cosmos! Our dreams would heal those who hurt, feed those who hungered, give a place of safety for those who sought that. Our dream was going to make a difference.
We talked, we laughed, we built these dreams in our minds. I researched, wrote a million notes, read a thousand books and planned.
Then the world changed. Almost overnight the dream shattered into a million pieces and I was faced with a choice. I could weep over these lost dreams; I could rage against world that caused the collapse of dreams for many, many people and not just those of my friend and I.
But these dreams were just too good to just allow all those million pieces to be swept up and put out with the garbage. And so I dreamed the million pieces of dream into a million seeds of hope and allowed them to float on the breeze, skim over the water, climb the mountains, and sprinkle through the valleys. These seeds of hope exist in the energies of this world, they are breathed in by others who also dream and one day, they will land on fertile soil and grow strong again.
I suspect I won’t be here in this world by then, but I know that dreams never die – especially when they are dreamt big – and then bigger. They are but seeds lying quietly waiting for the right conditions to bring them into the sunlight once again.
Thank you for reading.