So come with me where dreams are born and time is never planned

When I was a little boy...I knew I could fly.

Not just believed it, but knew it to be true in the same way you know that you can breathe, until one day, when I confided I had this special power and the reply was, "Honey...you were probably just dreaming."

And just like that, I knew she was right.

So I spent the rest of my life with feet planted firmly on the ground growing up and doing grown up things and rising up, up, up and away from the enchanting moments that make up beginnings.

Until one day

I dreamed again that I could fly.

Soaring through the night sky feeling cool wind on my warm pink cheeks--that exhilarating feeling you get in the hollow of your belly when you dive, dive, dive then shoot straight back up to the stars as though you'll zoom right past the constellations and into infinity.............

See.

I think you know the feeling too.

And that's when I got to thinking, maybe it wasn't a dream at all.

But a memory.

A memory of a moment I knew to be true until someone told me it couldn't be so.

So listen...

Listen to the little one inside you not afraid to trust in that. Listen to the voice that whispers fantasy and reality can all be overlapped.

When you reach the age of not believing and breathing and leaving miracles behind, know that you can choose to excuse yourself of being grown up. You can decide not to hide but keep your eyes wide open to the possibilities.

Because when you believe in things, BELIEVE IT! All the way! Implicitly and unquestionably!

Extraordinary things can happen to us all!!


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