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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