Too much has gone by. One dream after another thrown on the pedestal for a hope that is fueled by extremely strong pursuits. Time passes fast and no matter how obvious this realization is, dreams never stop recurring as a security measure for the dream that will bring better dreams.
The cycle doesn't stop; the continuous prodding, the continuous hoping, checking, believing. All relatively blurry attempts to sail against all odds. Can you see it flooding in? Can you see how majestic it was, to take that step, to anchor a weary soul into a life-changing definition of bravery? For one to give it all, there is no judgement in that.
Stop being nervous about fate. Reward courage. Take pride in what had been worth fighting for even if it no longer resonates the same battle cry. Heal, then step outside. Celebrate the unfamiliar, celebrate its concealing blaze, and know that even when its fiery glare subsides, it goes back to make you see better.
