Dreaming Will Lead The Way

I lack the words for now. Now is filled with a continued march towards a greater acceptance of self and a journey. An adventure with the only guid being the dreams of my heart. I have no more answers of how to get there than I do for how the stars were hung in the sky. And why the leafs fall, beautifully they fall. 

I know not what to do other than sit in the now and see where the gentle brook designs to bring me. There are times for planning and times for dreaming. I’ve come to a time of letting my dream hold my hand and simply let it lead the way. 


I was never good at taking ownership for my life. I would simply let others tell me what to do how to do it and when to do it and where. Now, I’ve dreamed a dream and I think I will simply follow that. Because even if it only leads to the stillness of the woods it will have been mine. My choice, my action, my life. I think I’d like that very much. 


I could live with that. If all I did was follow my dreams in an endless circle or squiggly line, I could very much so live with that. If all I learn is to be is more me, that will be enough. If all it leads to is of a sudden crashing into eternity I will be happy. More than happy I will be whole. If all this life is for not and I only return to the one I call love and that be that, well I could live with that as well. 


Sometimes hoping hurts. But if they prove me wrong 100 days maybe the 101st will be the day I prove them wrong. I am not content to let it wast away, so I’ll keeping hoping. Especially when it hurts. I’ll keep walking, hoping, dreaming, for the day when it all makes sense. For the day when we come to a resounding crescendo of redemption, the kind that shakes the earth. I’ll keep walking towards that day and not stop till I get there.


If this dream I’m letting lead me only leads to peace or love or simply somewhere new I will be proud of myself. If only because I will be able to scream into the great unknown, “I tried.” 

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