Fear is the assassin of dreams

Life is too short to follow the speed limit

Love is indiscriminate in the path it takes to find you.

We all have goals and dreams. Say them aloud to yourself if they dont sound slightly impossible then they arent set high enough.

Maybe we are less than our dreams but that less would make us more than some gods would dream of.

From dreams reality is born.

There are no big men and big women. There are small people with big dreams and extra larger passion

The past is but an untraceable footfallIt appears in intervals and pushes us back in timeIn those moments of grief and then suddenly vanishes.Its often dark and ruthless.It baffles our thoughts and seizes our peace of mind.By making us recollect our failures our buried expectationsAnd our shattered dreams It only gives way to fleeting tears leaving us with fruitless guilt.It wrecks our present and ruins our futureAnd thus should be left where it is meant to beIt should be left behind

...the distance needed for humor is always missing from dreams.

I think we all at one time or another have been to this impossible place the enchanted land that exists between our dreams and reality. Most of us are only held there for a moment long enough to know it feels weird we then choose one or the other. I was stuck there unable to move from one to the next. I was swaddled in Xanadu itself wrapped up in the mysteries of the mind both the conscious and subconscious simultaneously. It was amazing.