The Dreamer and I

Dreams are made of injustices. Not the ones that make us merely shake our heads and turn away, but the ones which our personal life experiences have weighed down with testimony towards the depth of human agony. Dreams are made from the moment it becomes unbearable to watch without taking action. Dreams are made of the dark night of the soul which finally sees the only way the dawn will break is if we wake up in a new day. Dreams are made from flexing our imaginations. Dreams are made of relaxing into our goals. Dreams are made from the garden of our minds and the seeds from our hearts. What grows is a belief that we deserve better. Nourished with wisdom and patience our Dreams become the ship that carries us to this better place. Dreams are made from the flood of emotions will almost capsize you along the way. Dreams are made of determination to swim into these depths until you learn how to float. Dreams are made from the conversations between your Inner Child and your Highest Self. Dreams are made of the memories trapped in your muscles; every breath made deeply in awe of the awesome unfolding of Life. Dreams are made of failures. Dreams are made of streamline second attempts. Dreams are made of collaborations. Dreams are made of fragments. Dreams are made of acceptance that our whole lives we strive for the whole but the holes are what make it interesting. Dreams are mysterious. Dreams are in a continuous state of becoming. Dreams are the reason to keep waking up because dreams are made of what we gather during our open vulnerable receptive states of sleeping. Dreams are made of the courage to keep digging. Dreams are made of the heights we reach when we are done. Dreams are made of happiness. Are you a dreamer?