Dream. Go ahead.
Dream big and don’t bother letting the world know. If they’re meant to find
out, they will find out.
Keep the dream
close and never let it go. Don’t expect anything from it. Don’t expect it to
feed you. Feed the dream. Feed this crazy, foolish, private, insane notion. And
keep feeding it.
Get used to those
who don’t dream. To those who look at everything in black and white. To those
who don’t have anything pinned to their hearts and souls. To those who let
others like you dream for them.
Expect the worst
and hope for the best. Drive yourself. Keep driving. Take one step after
another after another. A day doesn’t define you. A loss won’t beat you. A
closed door won’t stop you. A misstep won’t hurt you. The dream is too big to
Remember all those
others. It doesn’t matter who they are—athletes, artists, adventurers,
activists. All of them have the same desire, the same daily task, the same
dream. All of them strive for more. All of them see the end of the rainbow in
this black and white world.
Strap your dream
over your shoulder. Clip it onto your belt. Wrap it around your waist. Grip on
tight to it. Grip on tight and then let go of everything else.
The world watches
foolish dreamers every day. Those who have to abandon so much to focus on one
thing. One simple, solitary thing. The masses marvel and wonder how it can be
done and wonder why it doesn't happen to them and shake their heads in awesome
You will see them
and hear them and know.
You will smile and
remember your dream.
You will know it’s
not about finally finding it. It will be about all those uncertain years of
trying and failing and trying and searching and trying and dreaming.
If you’re a
dreamer, don’t let anybody take them away from you.
Dream big, then
see where the dream takes you.
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