What drives someone to hold dreams as simple entities that never reach the light of real life, and those that set them free to be risked reality? What separates the one who dives into the Sahara to follow an intuitive thought or question and the one that stays in Suburbia to raise their four children?
What separates us?
As children we all dream bigger than realists may tell us is possible. What allows some to follow the unrealistic and push beyond, and others to be satisfied with undisturbed dreams.
Are there regrets involved on both ends?
Who do I want to be? Do I want to stay in safety or risk the impossible and all that comes with it, for hope that just maybe it is possible to do the things I long for so deeply?
Where is the line of self restriction and actual responsible reality?
a forest of use
It is time to wander with you once again.
I just need to be wrong over and over, to learn to trust.
And then, when I am finally right,
it is time to learn resilliance.