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Dreamers think more than once to give up.
Dreamers know fear,
disappointment and failure well.
Dreamers feel guilty when completely
dedicating themselves to their calling at the expense of time spent with their
loved ones.
Dreamers have high hopes and expectations that, sometimes, are not
met.
Dreamers are alone since the path they’re on can be shared with others,
but cannot be walked by others.
In spite of everything, Dreamers don’t quit!
This writing is dedicated to all of you who dare, who aim high, who turn their
backs on people’s expectations, and embrace the only song that matters: that of
their hearts’.
Even If A Tree...
Even if a tree grew inside my room, I would still wish to look
out of the window and see if there are other trees eager for curious eyes to
stop amidst their branches while searching for beauty.
Even if I saw a whole forest from the safety of my
windowsill, I would still like to open wide the door and breathe in the scent
of mossy earth.
Even if the scenery unfolded languorously stretching its green
limbs into the night, I would still leave the safety of my doorstep and venture
into the secrecy of the forest, which lures me with rustling leaves and animal
verses, with playful moon rays and fairy giggles.
Even if the forest protected me, I would still want my heart to
fly and continue searching.
It's not only a matter of courage! It's holding hands with fear
and uncertainty, with doubt and wish to give up, but most of all with the
rhythm of a heart, which believes that magic is dwelling at my window, on my
doorstep, in the dark forests of my life. That rhythm makes fear and
uncertainty, doubt and resignation as light as feathers. Soul thrives at the
threshold between what seems to be dark and the hope for light. And heart whispers:
"One more step, and I'll show you the light above the thick
crowns of the trees! One more step together! You are allowed to feel weak and
lonely, but you are not allowed to give up on me. One more step!"
And I trust that whisper, which sounds like the cold streams
that carve their silent destiny through the woods. I take one more step
carrying the burden of my path and of my aloneness on my shoulders for this is
how my heart knows to fly.
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