“If one dream should fall and break into a thousand pieces, never be afraid to pick one of those pieces up and begin again.”
― Flavia Weedn
Life plays a perilous tune and the sad ballads can be as compelling as the sweet lullabies or the triumphant marches. Sometimes everyday ups and downs roll about on themselves, and land on your dreams– crushing them into zillions of little pieces.
Sometimes, you have no choice but to walk through the shards of what used to be your hopes. The glimmering pieces were once part of something that made you whole– but now they just cut into your feet like glass, and slow you down.
You are built to survive, so you sweep them to the side. They were probably unlikely, you convince yourself– or perhaps impossible altogether. Over time, the pile is moved to the corner, and finally thrown away.
Then one day, you heal.
It might have been something you did, or it might have just been time– but you notice because suddenly, you can see it.
A single shard. A single hope.
One solitary piece of a dream that was.
When you bring it to the light, it shines a rainbow of colors and pathways on the walls around you, expanding your world. It is a prism of paradigms and it calls to the sweetest lullabies of your heart.
The memory ripens until that solitary piece becomes part of a dream that is.
You hold on to the precious, misshapen memory of yesterday– and you step forward. Your scarred feet make you sure-footed in a way that you never were before. Life topples but you continue forward. As you walk, your ballad fades into your lullaby, and the lullaby strides into a call of victory.
You are triumphant, and your dream marches on.
My husband & myself have been working on big projects for our company. Though I don’t usually talk much about our career-oriented creative pursuits, I receive a lot of questions about it. I don’t know if it’s just random statistical oddity, or a missing piece as to the explanation of who I am. In other words, I am curious as to your curiosity.
Have you ever started from scratch on a dream? What’s a dream that you’ve been lucky enough to live?