Tonight I needed a break from another hectic week, more likea mental vacation. I often go to photobucket as a source of inspiriation, a place of solace in my time of need. Though deep down insideI needed a moment of solitude to take a step back and seek that answers that can only be found from within.
On my journey I found a picture of a small child standing in front of two doors. The door to the right was the door to reality, the door to the left was the door to dreams. Thismade me think of my own dreams. I was beginning to think that I hadno more dreams. That life's torms had washed them away. I thought about the childrens stories that I usedto write and how much Ienjoyed writing them.How I missed theyouthfulness ofmy heart and all that flowed from it. I quickly pushed it back and then my own reality began to hit.I decided that I hadtomuch reponsiility and now was not the time. I heard asmall voice ask " then when?". I realized at that moment that I am always choosing reality when what I really want is to choose the dream door. I also realized that I didn't have tospendmy time in either world, but a little it of time in both.
It's always been in my darkest hours when the stories seem to flow the easiest. It made me realize that I still had dreams and when we don't put anytime orenergy in our dreams, we began to forget about them. It's in our dark hours when those dreams feed us the most. Somehow it gave me a small sence of comfort knowing that even though my life is about to change once again, our dreams we always carry with us always.