Have you ever wondered where dreams live? The really big ones. The ones you have that are so big you have never told a soul about. The ones you have had since you were a teenager. The ones that keep you awake at night. The ones that possess your very soul. The ones that drive you mad. The ones you have been searching for your entire life. The ones that make you cry when you think about them. Not because they are sad, but because they take your breath away because one day you know they will arrive. The ones that hurt so bad because you want them so bad. So bad mere words cannot explain the feeling. There’s no word for that feeling. None. It’s like you are being held underwater and you want to breath so bad. So bad you will do anything to reach air. Anything, it consumes you, a burning desire for only one thing. Now multiply that by 1,000. You are getting close. Still, I have never found a word for it. Burning desire is close but even deeper. I had a dream when I was young, about 13 years old. It never left me. I was what you would call obsessed with it.
The one thing I did learn was to never, ever reveal it to anyone. Even after it came true I rarely speak of it because to the majority it means little to them or they could not understand why something like that would have any meaning. My dream would make little sense to the majority. And that’s ok, I’m not here to win any popularity contests.
A soul I knew a long time ago taught me one of the best lessons of my life. No matter what you do in life, most will not approve so get used to it and hang out with the ones that do. The 1% of 1% of 1%. Hang out with those. Your frequency won’t resonate with all the tuning bells out there. But you will know that kindred soul because your frequency will vibrate that other soul like a tuning bell does. In the same way your dreams, your burning desires resonate. They send forth a frequency that resonates in that place that dreams live. My dream was not so simple that it could be purchased locally in 10 minutes. It was a concept, an idea that never existed before. If I knew in the beginning how long it would take to arrive I might have thrown in the towel. But it haunted me, my soul, everyday. I would cry when I thought about it. Sounds silly right? I never met anyone in my journey here like that. I’m sure they are out there. How long you ask? More than 30 years it took. But one day my dream came true. Yours can too.
L
Somewhere in Kentucky.
This post was composed under the haunting influence of “Sara” by Fleetwood Mac