I think each of us dreams of something. Perhaps late at night or in full daylight. It's usually a secret close to the heart where no one can shatter such a fragile hope that can keep us going through a particular difficult day.
Dreams of travel to another country. Dreams of having an adventure. Dreams of a Fairy-Tale life, without, perhaps the dangers included in such an existence.
It's probable that such are so very unrealistic and we just have them, our little alternate worlds, to escape to helping us to truly appreciate what we have and what we aim for. But there are always little steps in which hopes and dreams can be a little more real. If you truly wish such an existence. I think though, that we can discover the life we actually live, Is a story worth writing. Where we are the main character and also the author of what's happening next. Or at least, how we view the world around us.
I live in a world where I frequently come into contact with children creating friends for life whose hearts are made of wishes. Where snow magically appears in the California Valley. Where the virtual world becomes such a part of reality. Where Hopes and Dreams really can occur, but are already happening in the moments that past you by as you sit dreaming.
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