Have you ever felt this way? When you find your desires and dreams in your head, but not beating with anticipation in your heart? When you question your passions and your future, because you so easily believe that it will happen, to the point that you feel like your dreams don’t scare you enough. Don’t push you enough. Don’t seem big enough, even though they already are.
Have you ever come to such a state? When dreaming has became so integral, so seamlessly melted into your vision of the future that it has became a knowing of what’s to come. That to be able to feel like dreaming is close to impossible because your heart has been opened so wide to every and any possibilities, that nothing seems too difficult or unattainable?
I want to dream again. I want to feel this incredible lack, this passion for something that isn’t there. I want to feel the need to give of myself to the point that it cost, to the peak of sacrificing for it. I want to be so convicted, so convinced that whatever I am pursuing is of the ultimate legacy my life is called to leave. I want the very life and blood that flows through me to be of every fibre of this destiny.