When we were little, we dreamt big. We thought of things with strong feelings like: “Policemen are so powerful and firefighters are so brave.” Like: “My mom is beautiful; mighty. And I want to be just like her.” We had big stories to fulfill. Our stories were just beginning, and our courage was boundless.
Some of us still have big dreams.
We might dream of some grand thing that encompasses our desires, our gifts. We might dream simply of living a best life, sacrificing nothing in the wake of doing what we love. Or we may love that dream so much that we wouldn’t want anything, not even ourselves, to get in the way of such a fragile thing.