All posts tagged: dreams

The Mustard Seed Within

We dream things. We dream them big and small. We even dare to dream dreams undreamt of before. Many of us turn these dreams into reality against all odds. We fight for them; we adapt for them; we change for them; we move mountains for them. We find a great and wondrous strength within us that allows us to chase after them and breathe them into being. But often, our dreams begin to frighten us to inaction. We convince ourselves that we’re not good enough and, therefore, that they’re unachievable. We believe we don’t deserve to bring them to fruition. We see the work that lies ahead, the obstacles and overly beaten paths we must endure and cross, and we shy away into complacency; we wither in our comfort zones. When does this happen? And why? How does a confident and persistent person go from running head first into every adventure ready to fly, to thinking that it’d be best to lay back and watch life happen before her eyes because everything she wishes for …

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Just Write

I wanted a tattoo really badly but, then again, I was 18, and at that age you want everything really badly. Your youth convinces you that it’s all or nothing, now or never. So, during a moment of enlightenment, I made a pact with myself: if by the time I turned 25 I still wanted the same design, I would get it done, no questions asked. My 25th birthday came and went, and so did my design idea. Looking back, I’m extremely thankful I didn’t get that tattoo. I was also quite happy –and impressed—with myself for managing to be so patient and waiting it out, slowly but surely growing out of my everything-has-to-happen-right-now-or-else immaturity. And, although I still wanted a tattoo, I firmly believed that one day I’d simply know what to get. I chose to trust that my intuition would be on point, and that’s exactly what happened. Three weeks before turning 26, it suddenly hit me: write. That was the tattoo I wanted. That was the tattoo I needed. Simple, concise, demanding. …

The Inspiration I Needed

What was that they taught us when we were little? Never, ever, ever give up? Something like that. Except back then, life seemed pretty easy. I sometimes wonder if it still is, and it’s just us that make it complicated, with our crazy notions about what should and shouldn’t be. Here’s another little tidbit of childhood wisdom: rules are made to be broken; it’s more fun that way. And if you don’t take the risk –that one risk that could change everything for the better-, you will never know if it actually could have. For me, not knowing is worse than failing and having to get back up again. It’s been a while since I’ve felt inspired to fight for something I desperately wanted, but I’m pretty fired up right now. People unknowingly keep adding fuel to the flame. Every time I stop to think about how difficult it might be, or I start slipping into that loathsome self-pity, I do my best to slap myself out of it. There’s simply too much real suffering …