All the dreams I had, building on each other, forming and growing…walter mitty had nothing on me. I could imagine the best of times, the best of situations…as I walked on the path that would give me direction. Still, have those dreams and yes, they are still big ones. But in this life, I may never realize some of them. Perhaps not any of them. Yet, it’s the bed of dreams that keeps me going. It’s the promise of my soul, the smile of the day, the waxing of the comb. It’s the wind in the sycamores, the school children out for recess, the sit up and stare of the dogs. All the days that mount up and end up amounting to something, maybe nothing…even so, they have already gotten me there…as I lay down in my bed of dreams.
Always searching for a stable truth, the journey takes me far and wide and my mind wanders along with my footsteps. I will take a path of resistance so as to gain knowledge of what I must face. The walk of life is a long and complicated pilgrimage with many dangers along the way. I must steel myself for the voyage and allow my eyes to navigate the steps. It is my heart, though, that will guide me, that will embrace the dreams I have held all along. These dreams define who I am, describe the things I see.
Here and now, close to the end of my journey, my dreams ripple around me with an intimate, inviting sound. They have served me well throughout this long and arduous journey. I will be sure to carry them with me on the next one.
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