Dreams

Of all the little flights we take to create our lives – that first leap of faith in the water, that first ride behind the wheel, that first journey alone – the greatest is that one takes takes us away from home. We leave a dream, to live another.

Few revelations are more fulfilling than to stand in the open, feel the fresh freedom air, and proclaim the call to stand unguarded, to feel unhinged to what we've left behind.

To sew our own shelter, to forge our own sustenance, and to search for a purpose in the unforeseen tides of eventuality, makes us as strong as our fragility allows us to be.

To build a palace of our own, unlimited desires is the only evolution to be had from our distant but close, ship of childhood springtimes swiveling in the sea of our characters.

This is the time, this is the place – youth – to swim in the unbound possibilities of what we can make of ourselves, and that what is to come of us.

In time; some reach what they've aspired, and some keep gnashing with the universe to wrest what is rightfully theirs. But in time, all have a home, a life, that they've built as a homage to the one that was given to them.

And with every duality, comes a dilemma. Of choice. Of choosing one over the other. To anchor the palace, or to return to the ship.

There is no right choice though, there are only paths. Some find peace in their crafted strongholds; and some others realize what they've built, is just a nature's test to make them worthy of their origin.


I just know this. Where the heart is, is where the home will be.

Rest all, is the journey. To be lived, and felt, with no fear of tomorrow.