For years I’ve had to wake up, knowing where I am is not where I want to be, and the older I get the more the fire of my dream seems to die, the flame which once shone so brightly and fiercely and devoured every thought of doubt and consumed the comments of realism is slowly becoming dimmer by the day. I think back to when it seemed so possible, to when my level of ambition to some seemed so foolish, to when I could risk it all, but now I’m scared to jump. The taste of dirt is too real; the wounds don’t heal as quickly, as a matter of fact the wounds sting. I’m scared to jump because I’m scared I might just not get up. People have seen me jump before and at first I didn’t care but now I’m tired of not reaching the mark. Who am I? I am a dreamer, just like you I presume, well in my case I’ll say I’m a tired dreamer, who’s scared to dream but knows that I’ll never be satisfied or fulfilled if I don’t attain it. I decided to start this blog to push myself to jump.
I think of myself like Joseph in the bible, a dreamer, but with many challenges before reaching the destination, however for him I see progression and right now i feel very stagnant.
Every person I come across see this potential within me, they say they see greatness and this scares me even more, having potential within which never manifests, dying with this potential, it is like the rose never blossoming in the spring time after a harsh winter, or the seed never germinating, the plant is just forever shut, enclosed in the hard outer shell of the pod, there is something beautiful within but no one will ever know, but I choose to break free.
thepursuitofthedream 