for those who have forgotten how to dream

isn’t it sad that as adults we have to learn how to dream again?

when do we lose our innocence and start abandoning hope?

when does it happen, exactly?

is it between 9 and 12? between fairy tales and the first heartbreak? between sleepovers and school dances held in empty gymnasiums that always felt so packed and scary back then?

when do we tell ourselves to buckle up, to settle down?  When do we convince ourselves that misery is just yet another part of life?

when do we switch the “someday I will change the world” for “I just can’t.”?

when the proverbial old shoe drop, does it fall on our heads?

WHY HAVE WE FORGOTTEN HOW TO DREAM?

and why do we keep acting as if love isn’t enough, as if love is an out of this world experience reserved for a few lucky ones, but certainly not us?

why do we grow up and suddenly stop seeing our own light and recognizing our divine and start coveting instead the tiny spark we find in others?

somewhere between the years, between then and now, we abandon our dreams like marbles, letting them roll away as they please.

Some even leave them locked up tight in a drawer in the basement of a home they plan never to return to again.

out of sight, out of mind.

But why do we also forget of all the dreams come true? and when we start losing faith, is that also when we begin to tell ourselves that we’re all alone?

the world needs dreamers.

the world needs those who can find light in its absence, those who see white in black, those who still wish upon a falling start;

the world needs for more of the poor to become rich so that money can turn gratefulness into our currency, peace into the spoken language, and love the only truth we seek.

Do not let anyone convince you that every single desire in your heart cannot be met.

You can have it all.

All you need to do is teach yourself to dream again.

 

 

and if you forget, I’ll remind you

remind yourself that you are worthy

remind yourself every single day that

not everyone deserves to receive the

kind of love you have to give

remind yourself how hard you worked to

not feel lonely when you’re alone

and also how lonely you felt when

they gifted you hands instead of

an open heart,

when they inhaled you in

for only a moment

afraid of the responsibility of

holding your force in their lungs

remind yourself that you’re a beautiful storm

and those that don’t learn to dance in your love

will always be blown away

remind yourself of how many chances you’ve given

to the broken and afraid and of how

you being whole led them to run away-

they don’t feel needed when you’re complete

so remind yourself it’s good

when the weak ones leave

and remember, always:

you don’t need another half

just someone to match

the size of your heart and

the strength of your love.