She wrote a letter to the moon, penned with stardust, asking where the sun had gone. She was young you see and had not yet learned that everything moves in cycles.
I’ve always been the kind of person that believed in magic, miracles and the possibility of dreams coming true. In fact, setting out to make a dream come true has been the reason for my existence. It is what props me out of bed in the morning with an almost childlike enthusiasm.
Most of my dreams are not things I wish to collect, but experiences I hope to have. For instance, I don’t dream about owning a classic Porsche 911, but I do dream of taking a long road trip and feeling the wind rush against my hair as I zip down the highway top down. Obviously, having a car is a needed equation for making that dream come true.
So, when I was young I had a dream. I wanted to go to Monaco. I must have heard some mention of it on TV and it stuck with me. I think everyone has that place in their hearts that they long to see, and for me it was Monaco. I didn’t know what was there, didn’t even know if I would like it but I knew I wanted to touch its soil someday. As with most dreams, there were some barriers. Being a dream catcher means being prepared to jump over some hurdles. Mine had 3 high ones to get over.
1. Finances. I would say this is the most common reason dreams are left unfulfilled. Plane tickets can’t be bought with wishful thinking. Whether you’re dreaming about owning a house, going back to school, even getting published, you need money. Sometimes you need a lot more than you can afford. But almost every dreams requires money, and for those like me it can be a constant hurdle to get over as you try to balance the possibility or making your dreams come true with meeting your present basic needs. If you’re lucky, you have the kind of dream that you can plan in advance for. You can save for it and reduce the financial burden of the dream. Other times, you have an opportunistic dream where you only have that one moment to make it a reality. Then you need to decide if you can afford tomorrow by living for today.
2. Health. Money isn’t always the problem. There are a lot of rich people who don’t live out their dreams because they are not well enough to do so. More than money, you need health and mental stability to make a dream come true. It’s not easy trying to conquer your dreams when you can barely get out of bed in the morning. Or spending majority of your time hooked up to machines that are doing their best to keep you alive. This for me was the biggest hurdle. I needed to get well enough to be able to travel.
3. Time. Yes some say time is an illusion; but if you think about the moment you began dreaming and the moment you realize it hasn’t come true yet you begin to see that time is passing. Some dreams aren’t heavily reliant on time. The Eiffel tower with be there in 50 years most likely. But other dreams fade more and more with each tic of the clock. But it’s actually making time for your dream that I really want to press on. Some people are very good at dreaming; they have all sorts of lovely ideas about how their life is going to be, but it never makes it out of their head because they never make any time for it. It’s not always simple. We can’t always find the time to create our tomorrows. If you’re lucky, your present and future harbor in the same realm. But sometimes, our dreams are in a very distant future making it challenging to keep focused on them and find the time to bring it closer to us.
I’ve never known a dream that didn’t rely on some kind of luck or miracle. Hard work plays a part, but even small dreams need some unexplained interference to make them come true. I needed 3 big ones and by some divine grace I got them.
Last year, I not only saw my beautiful destination of choice: Monaco, but I also saw other cities in the South of France. Despite the obstacles, the hurdles and the fact that some things seem just plain impossible dreams do come true.
For me, I had to take some risks, find some courage and remind myself that big or small my dream deserved to be given life.
Never give up, never lose hope. Figure out what you’re up against, what mountains you have to conquer in order to make your dream a reality, and then go forth and conquer them.
She is mystic and wonder
A question to ponder
A spell that you’re under
As moving as thunder
To her you surrender
For she’s mystic and wonder
She is made of little white lies and streaks of tears that haven’t quite dried. The truth never felt comfortable on her tongue. She’s been swallowing it down since she was young. Born to a mother with a very weak will and a father who lived from pill to pill, she learned that being human means you’ll never be perfect.
Somewhere in her eyes there’s a glimmer of truth and she honestly does want to love herself more. But she can’t see past the flaws so she lies to cover them up. She pretends she’s not hurt, acts as if nothing bothers her. But she can’t hide that sad look in her eyes or the little tears that seem to always escape. She can’t hide her broken heart, no matter how pretty her smile is.
She is made of little white lies and streaks of tears. She searches for her honest self in a dishonest world.
He is made of classics and tea. He sits in a bistro falling in love with words–words that inflict hope that perhaps maidens still exist and seek gentlemen with sensitive hearts.
Where have all the sweet things gone, he asks as he pours over Lord Byron and pours cup after cup drowning his pallet in steeped sweetness.
Denim jean damsels stroll by but he takes up Mr. Darcy’s attitude…”not handsome enough to tempt me”
He wants a girl with flowers in her hair and a garden in her heart. A girl who believes in magic and doesn’t think love letters are cheesy.
He is made of classics and tea–a dreamy boy who dreams of a girl to live happily ever after with.
He resists her with all his might
His heart puts up a strong fight
He dismisses her from his life
But dreams of her as his wife
He refrains from wanting her touch
But deep down he needs her so much
Understand, men have fears too
Even if they truly love you
Note to self: will most likely make this a longer piece in the future.
That look in your eye, I’ve seen it before, but last time it wasn’t directed at me so I wasn’t concerned. I guess what they say is true–don’t trust anyone that hurts others. Don’t think you’ll be an exception to the rule. You’re so cold these day and can’t wait for me to go away, so I’ll give you your wish. You won’t see me again.
You lied so much it was hard to keep track of them all. I can’t believe I thought you were clever. The devil’s so good at gathering advocates. But I’m handing in my resignation. I don’t want to be on your side anymore.
Wherever you go you cause pain. Wherever you go you bring others down. But they aren’t the pitiful ones, you are. You’re in a dark place and I don’t have enough light for you.
This is goodbye. I leave knowing you will try to get me back. I leave hoping I’ll be strong enough to resist you. We aren’t friends. We aren’t one anymore.
I just want to go home to that little place in the mountains
I feel my heart is suffocating from the city air
There’s a spot in the woods where one can catch their breath
There’s a small inn where one can take their time
Heavy concrete burdened my soul
The bright lights blinded my direction
They say you can find yourself in the city
But I lost all I am
So I’m packing my bags
I’m going back to that little place in the mountains