February 26, 2010
i read a passage in a book last night. the character talked about how the stars didn't make her dream but made her feel small and lost. and i thought how sad that was.
when i look at the grand expanse of space - i see beauty and wonder. and i search for shooting stars to wish (dream) on. but no matter the condition of below ... i think one thing is common - the desire to dream (deep down, sometimes way deep). there are people that are scared of dreaming - their dreams have been ripped to shreds and they keep their dreams locked up tight. even then, i think they dream. then there are people that dream despite their scars. there are the dreamers, the wishers, the glass half-fullers...the ones that cultivate hope and wonder. i look to those people to cast their rope out to me when i'm feeling small, scarred and scared. those life preservers.
and still i swim in this grand sea of life - never wanting to give up on dreaming. staring up at the great big sky and making wishes.