I used to be a dreamer. I'm still a dreamer. But I guess I stopped believing that my dreams could ever come true. I used to be hopeful... I used to be courageous! I was creative & audacious! I let life drag me down... and now I'm just a drag. My hopes & dreams are still up there... dangling in the sky. They're stuck in the clouds & I'm stuck on the ground. I stopped building my ladder and stopped climbing way up high. Sometimes I forget that I still have the strength & the stamina to ascend the obstacles in my way. Buried so deep inside, locked away in place so secret, I can't even find the map to lead me back. And then sometimes when my spirit is withering away... unexpected encouragement comes my way. A treasure from a gem of a friend: You are: brave and strong
kind and compassionate
fun and funny
smart and talented
in general, a great person to know
(even if you don't believe it!)
I don't believe it. But I used to believe it.
When circumstances keep me rooted to the ground,
I need to soak up the strength from others & start remembering
my way back to the place where I can dream about dancing in the clouds again.
If I keep looking down at the ground, I'll never reach the top.