Follow Your Dreams
Dreams water the soul as rain moistens the flower to bring into being the desires of its capabilities for they are the bullies that continue to push us and dare us to meet life challenges.
Dreams are the light that shines along the course in the darkness of our destiny. They are the playground upon which the soul enjoys itself to play and to toy with the immortality of its being.
Without dreams the soul wouldn't have freedom for its own expressions and without accomplishing your dreams you deny the soul to flourish. In its own existence it withers and begins to die, choked by the weeds of ignorance and fear.
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