Dream Life

                                   The truth is, life will amaze you in the most stunning ways, and it will also break  your heart. Life will gift you the kinds of lessons that grow you and build you and help for you to bloom into the person you have always hoped to be, but it will also carry within it the kinds of losses that stay with you, that change you and mold you in uncomfortable ways. Life will demand for you to do the work, for you to understand  yourself, for you to heal even when it hurts. For you to be brave, for you to fight for yourself. At the end of the day, bravery isn't a battlefield. It isn't fast cars, or stunned risk. Bravery is the quietest thing you will ever know. Bravery is getting up in the morning  when your bones are heavy and heart does not want the light to crack within it. Bravery is leaning into what aches, it is looking it in the face, giving it a nam...

  If If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or being hated, don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise: If you can dream- and not make dreams your master; If you can think-and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools: If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breathe a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn ...

  If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or being hated, don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise: If you can dream- and not make dreams your master; If you can think- and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools: If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and -toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breathe a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn ...

                                                 What if I read to you a story, Starting; " Once Upon A Time", And you realized that it was your life, Spelt out on every line, Would you hear my voice with wonder, As it brushed across each word, And pray my arms had strength to hold, The truth about your world, Would your view on life be different, And would it shock you most to find, That the things you thought defined you, Could be summed up in just two lines, And all the ones you took for granted, The ins and outs of every day, Play a bigger part in who you are, Than you'd ever dared to say, Would you wonder at the pages left, And all the places that they'll lead, Then vow to make each moment, One that you'd be proud to read, Because there is a story of your life, But it's you that holds the pen, And I hope you fill the pages right, Before you reach the end.