Are there piles, heaps of our desires all huddled in some land fill…stinking. Do they truly die or are they simply tucked away deep in our hearts?

If we cease to dream, we cease to live, and oh what a dreary world that would be. Not all our dreams will come true like Walt Disney says, but to dream is to break off a small piece of your heart and let it go.

When you’re young dreams seem to spill over, so many you can scarce contain them. Keep that. Don’t let the naysayers shatter what the world needs you to show. Don’t let failure or ridicule or jealously or envy stand in your way. Dream a thousand dreams then a thousand more.

The world needs dreamers. “The dreamers of the day are dangerous.”

“All men dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds, wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act on their dreams with open eyes, to make them possible.” T. E. Lawrence
 

May we all act on our dreams, make them possible. May we pursue them with earnest, with purpose and enchantment.

Maybe dreams don’t really die, maybe they are just buried beneath our fear.

What are your dreams? And where would you be if you followed them?