It is a cloudy Thursday evening. Silver-lined clouds creep past glowing buildings and hovering lights. Black coats and rubber soles stamp slick paved streets with moonlit eyes. Hearts are being broken, dreams are coming alive and wandering souls gravitate to traces of warm love and hope. Written dreams. Ripped-up dreams. Re-written dreams. Would-have been dreams–racing an endless marathon with bare soles and driven hearts. We lie in our beds late at night or gaze at the world from a window dreaming, hoping, praying, wishing, thinking of all the things we must do and feel in order to live our “reves ecrite”.
His written dreams are to love and be loved wholly and honestly while some others have dreams to be known and acknowledged by the masses. It is a never ending cycle that we run during the course of our lives as we all will discover. We constantly search for the perfect balance of making our written dreams come true. Along the way, we might find that we have to rewrite it constantly and maybe even discard it altogether to start over again on a clean new slate.
As we grow older, so do our memories. And as our memories grow older and age with us, so does our grip on the past in our present. Many things, for many unknown reasons, happen. When we allow ourselves to rewrite our written dreams over and over again with relentless passion and honesty, a happiness burns inside of us that will learn to naturally fill in the rest of the words in our written dreams. All things fall into place according to what you give yourself to start with: happiness.
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