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Writer's pictureSam John

Dream

Dream.


I often wondered why I dreamt so consistently.

I was a dreamer of the day.

And we are dangerous men… if T.E. Lawrence is to be believed.


I dreamt. And I dreamt. And I dreamt.


And then I realized it.

It kept me from the pain of my present reality.

The fear… The anxiety. The sorrow that I was dealt and bore witness to.

It made me think of a world where I helped people. Where my art made people hope again.

Just as art had done for me.

And I dreamt… And I dreamt.


Of making a difference. Of making people feel seen. Warm. Heard. Loved.

And I fought for it.

And I began my beautiful transition from a dreamer to a dreomer (dreamer/doer combo for ya)

I wake up each day and do. And I preserve my heart. And the traits that make me the man I am today.

A man that loves out of a reflection of the loving God who saved his life.


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