Dreams- wishes- prayers... I seem to be always making them... doing them. Being them. I'm always reaching to something more- someplace else. It makes me wonder if I can ever be content?

I write it out. Page upon page in my paper journals and upon my heart is anger at myself. "Why can't you be happy? Why do you want what's so hard to have...?" And then I placate. My dreams are not impossible. They are what I think- deep down- everyone wants. I've always found that if I reach for the stars- I'll touch them. Everything that I've ever tried my hardest at has been a success. Perhaps I should not be so hard on myself...

It's usually a cycle. The wanting- needing... poetic words strung out like pearls making silent benedictions to the ever patient Divine. I list my dreams and wishes and hold my journal close- as if by the very beating of my heart, I could give them life. And then I become angry- why should I have so much of a need? Why should I continue to reach so hard- when already, so many of my dreams have come true? When so many people never get any of the chances I have been given? When so many people fail... Why should I continue to want- so hard- so much?

And then... come the tiny moments when my fingers pick up the pen once more. When the ink bleeds into the page and suddenly, I am painting out the words I know so well- by heart:

"What you can do- or dream- you can begin it. Courage has genius, power and magic in it."

Courage is the singular second we realize that the only thing between the destiny we might have had and the destiny that will happen... is ourselves. There are so many broken dreams and lives- moments where the end of a very long race was there... a step away. They gave up. They faltered. They wondered if they deserved it. They thought they might not make it... and they didn't.

Standing tall, with deepest grace. Breathing (Always breathing). Listening to the wind in the woods and the touch of heaven on my heart. Taking one step- and another... always in the right direction. This is the way I have always lived my life- this is the only way I know how to live.

(Trust. Do. Be. Courage- always courage.)

After all- that's how those fairy tales happened.