The pitch black nights are the hours filled will the most vibrant and outstanding objects.
The bleakest morning are those that encompass the pinnacles of excitement.
The most painful moments are the ones laden with the deepest volumes of beauty.
Each passing day, each shifting hour, each itching moment,
…Take a deep breath…
…Pause a moment and take in what is around you…
Surrounding your soul.
The only reason nights lack light, a lack of presence of observed by your eyes,
The singular logic for mornings having bleakness and a sense of loneliness,
The one way the most hurting times of life mature into something beautiful…
Nothing is as it seems.
Or as they appear to be.
Stop looking at the surface,
Start looking beneath.
Halt yourself from making assumptions,
Begin to make observations.
…Go back to the one thing in your surrounding that caught your eye…
It’s a perception issue,
A delay in deduction,
A misfire in interpretation.
Alas, freeze your frame,
Put a moratorium on those thoughts,
So much as to the venture of thinking in which you were progressing.
The end lies here.
You’ve tracked a path all the way to here.
Where is here?
For darkness, bleakness, pain…
Life, in its most simple attributes,
Is a series of moments strung together in a narrative that we label as our own.
Each picture, each pause,
Is a blank canvas,
Leaving you to make beauty out of everything.
That my fellow dreamer is the magnitude of dreaming.
Don’t leave your symphonies, your novels, without embellishing them,
Without making them your own.
You are the dreamer, the architect, the perpetrator of innovations in this awe inspiring play.
Your dreams are your paintbrush,
Now is your time to make those lines.
Copyright Dream Beyond 2017