Tuesday, January 11, 2011
I'm a dreamer. I admit it.
My head is filled with fantasies, visions, thoughts, and images that add color to my life.
I have a tendency to think that anything is possible.
I'm an optimist, yet I still have to work very hard to keep negative thoughts at bay.
I'm also a realist. I know what's possible and what isn't.
However, that doesn't prevent me from seeing every obstacle as some sort of lesson or opportunity to grow.
I know what I want and I see it unfolding in my mind.
There are times though when doubt creeps in and those are the times when my faith increases.
I rely on my faith to become more forgiving and to be stronger emotionally.
I cling to certain beliefs and I dream.
I keep dreaming the same dream over and over again.
Each time I think I'm getting closer to achieving this repetitive dream,
a ghostly demon jumps in and I wake up a fool.
A foolish clown.
Cheeks flushed red with embarrasment,
eyes open wide with silent frustration,
heart void of desire,
the soul empty of love.
Then I dream again
and it's good.
If only for a minute or two.