Broken Dreams Don'T Die, They Just Bleed, Bruise, Heal and Require

Broken dreams don't die. They bleed. They cry out for somebody to believe, believe me everybody cries sometimes. Even me Have you ever wondered what happened to those dreams we ignore Do they turn into nightmares in a rage Or do they simply fade away. I suspect the latter But it's easier to choose to ignore them rather than risk disappointment See I too fear the bitter taste of failure, the shame that comes with falling short of glory. The embarrassment, The dead ends , the apologies : "I'm sorry but you're not good enough, aim bit lower "they say "Try something else " they say. My response? Excuse me but weren't the gutters meant for the gutless I live by Yoda's code : "Try not. Do or do not . There's no try " Because broken dreams don't die. They bruise. They scream for somebody to believe, believe me everybody is afraid of something Even me Its a shame That we cowards don't understand that courage is not the absence of fear. It's rather the presence of mind to act deliberately in the face of it. It's the will to submit oneself as a Knight upon a steed ready to perform each and every deed to which our dreams demands It's the audacity to ask from life and believe that maybe just maybe. Its my turn And if life is not inclined. Courage becomes the resolve to ask persistently to respond to disappointment as a kite runner on a still day. Asking the breeze bring wind into being. He will wait there until life changes her inclination. As she often does. He has come to realize that :Broken dreams don't die. They heal. They call out for somebody to believe, believe me everybody hurts once in a while. Even me. In fact I often weep for yesterday. For when the silence of my thoughts leads me to realize that today is my fault Even my mind won't share company with me. I am left without a mind and can therefore only respond like I don't mind. But I do mind. I read once that the wise do not seek wisdom. They create, love, feel and breathe. Breathe from the deepest bowels of your soul to, beneath the burrows where broken pieces of dreams hide. Breath the broken pieces back to health, believe once more. Please. Notice. Being. Realize that today is the most important day of your life. Because tomorrow is not promised. So today you must shine, shine bright like stars at night that screams light. Be defiant like a flower growing in the desert. Be hold like the moon in the full view among the stars. Speak things into being. Write them down. People will question their truth but see truth is merely perception, and you're more than the sum of their opinions You're : Soul on skin Breathe on lungs. Consciousness on mind Energy you cannot be destroyed You can only evolve And you should aim to evolve until you're of the form of a being with the capacity to perfectly comprehend the undeniable truth that : Broken dreams don't die. They require. They require us to believe. That we're more than the sum of our circumstances. That was can become tomorrow what today could never fathom. What yesterday could have never suspected. What God has always expected.