It’s not too late to have dreams.
Twinkling lights, fairies with wands, making your wish come true. It is not too late to believe that you can, to believe that anything can be achieved, to believe that you will.
Dreamers are childlike, staring in wonderment at the sky, fascinated by the prospect of believing hard enough, that their dreams will come true. Picking wildflowers, running through the fields, daisies crowned upon the head, dreaming of more sun-kissed days and many more afternoons of possibilities.
But dreamers get punished most, because their light must always flicker, it must never burn out. No matter the cost, the flame must continue to burn. Believe you can fly, believe you can sail, believe you can do.
It’s never to late to dream.
Don’t let the chronological passage of time blind you to the fact that passions are where our hearts lie. Our hearts beat with the need for creativity, our brains burst with ideas burrowing in our cells, demanding that someone sit up and take notice. “Out to pasture” is nothing more than a place for dreams to wither and to die a slow death. A trite saying for those who have given up on the kaleidoscope that dreams offer.
Don’t give up on your dreams.
Don’t give up on your imagination. It is there to fuel you; to give you life, to give you breath, to feed your soul.
It is never, ever, too late to dream.