There is something to be said of Dreamers. Dreamers reach for something beyond their own minds, their own abilities. They stretch themselves to touch the point they dream of. They mould themselves into shape to face the challenges that are brought to them.
The dream itself does not want to be achieved. Freedom lies within what is not found. Dreams are somewhat unwilling, somewhat stubborn, not believing anyone can even wish to grasp them.
However, one grappled with their star. Took it by the hand and brought it back to earth. An earth where the dream found love and welcome hands.
However they could not tell the others of the dream, as they would laugh and call the dream names, they would reduce it to a thin layer of soot, as frail as a cobweb.
The dream continued to live with the person, within their warm embrace. The dream, you see, made them crave the future, they jumped further, sang louder.
And the dream was always by the their side, laughing and singing and living until their spirits melded and they became one Dreamer.
The fear that the dream brings, the doubt and insecurity in hope, can be challenged. Fear is the barrier to growth.
The person does not fear, because they have the dream right by their side, beckoning them to the future.
Next year, during my Art Foundation year, I hope to become more active on this blog.
Thanks for reading!