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

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

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

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.

Theres no secret on how to attain a greater height just keep climbing the ladder dont look at the dreadful distance lock up that negative thoughts today and fulfil your dreams.

Thank you Lord for the world you created. Thank for placing me here. Although I know what lurks out there and my journey is not complete Im going to do my best to seek your will. Even though I know it may not be easy to do.Jessicas Prayer

Great leaders are most wanted. They are most wanted for what they do with their gifts and talents. Their dreams are so unique in such a way that their presence becomes a source of hope and courage for others to thread on along. Why wont they look for them

Shadow crawled across the floor to the yellow foam-rubber pad and climbed onto it pulling the thin blanket over himself and closed his eyes and he held onto nothing and he held onto dreams.

The more formidable the contradiction between inexhaustible life-joy and inevitable fate the greater the longing which reveals itself in the kingdom of poetry and in the self-created world of dreams hopes to banish the dark power of reality. The gods enjoy eternal youth and the search for the means of securing it was one of the occupations of the heroes of mythology and the sages as it was of real adventurers in the middle ages and more recent times. . . . But the fountain of youth has not been found and can not be found if it is sought in any particular spot on the earth. Yet it is no fable no dream-picture it requires no adept to find it it streams forth inexhaustible in all living nature.

You can create you different world with your loving one in talks only. This doesnt need to be there but with the heart and true care you can enjoy everything in the world