If you had a dream, so beautiful and rare, living and breathing, like the pulse of the ocean, why would you let it go? If the only one who could create it was you, why would you tear yourself down? How could you even believe you are a mere shadow of all the masters before you, deem yourself worthless, when you have not tried? You reap your hopes as if they are not your very soul. How could you lack trust in the very body that keeps you moving forward, accepts your tears, and carries your laughter?

If you have never had a dream, then ask: do you trust yourself? Have you ever allowed your body to accept your tears and carry your laughter? Do you see your hopes as your very soul? Does your language speak your worth or just shadows, echoed by masters you have never been? Will you continue the cycle of tearing yourself down, knowing that there is the potential to create true dreams, when you are a living and breathing, beautiful and rare, child of this earth like no other?

Dreams are the very ether that feeds our spirits. More important than self made constraints of time. More precious than any material in the physical, abused to dress you as “successful”.

Dreams are an elevation of universal proportions.