Dear Dreamer- A love letter
Dear dreamer,
It’s been awhile since we’ve spoken. Sometimes I’m left wondering if you still even exist.. But when I close my eyes I sense your ever loving presence and spirit. I hear your wonders of the future, and cherish your perseverance despite the outward realities. Your whispers graze my psyche ever so slightly, gently nudging their way to be at the top of my mind, even when I refuse to listen. At times you’ve sprinkled golden dust of dreams so far and wide that they landed on every inch of my being. Your patience is one that I so wish I could embody, which just seems silly to say because you are a part of me.
You’ve wondered to yourself if you’re almost too good at your job? But this can’t be true because the divine right to just keep dreaming has been placed upon your hands of boundless imagination.
In quieter moments my sweater is wet from drying the tears of dreams you’ve left unspoken. Of years that came and went without fruition. You grieve what could have been and what never really was.
Despite your loving patience, your shadow hears the clock tick on, trying not to check the time, wishing that incessant sound would just.stop.ticking.
You wonder to yourself “what’s even the point if I am just going to be placed into a corner anyways? Why do I insist on dreaming?” You’ve identified the reality that maybe sometimes you have been forgotten, and the pain associated with that. You’ve wondered if it even matters at all, if it’s time to just begin digging your own grave. After countless times of being ignored you’ve almost convinced yourself to hang your hat and leave the dreaming behind.
But it was never your job to seek my attention, it was only your job to dream.
Tear stained cheeks and a mending heart, you pick yourself up and reemerge to the love that keeps you going. The love of the thrill and the wonder that comes along with dreaming big things. The love for the pools of a dreamt reality that you get to bask your grandeur presence within. You crave the adrenaline rush of a racing heart pondering the actuality of what can be.
You’ve suddenly recalled that the shadow has no power over you, your light is too bright to be snuffed out. You are the brightest star that burns within my heart, keeping me afloat on a planet that can become quite diminishing. You’ve reawakened to your one and only job of being a dreamer. The dreams may come and go, or shape shift into something new, still resembling an older version of what they once were. But the task for you remains the same, keep placing hope within my soul.
Time may be linear, but dreams never are.
Please accept my formal apology for perpetuating the belief that it was up to you to make the dreams come true. Please forgive me for my incredulous pessimism that temporarily took place, causing me to ignore your loving presence. I do not wish for you to hang your hat or dig your grave, as I need you by my side. I too will never again forget the importance of your job. The softness of your light. I will turn to you in my times of unrest for the reminder to just keep going. Without your love, care, and vivid imagination I would undoubtedly forget where I am headed. Together we make this life a culmination of everything we’ve ever wanted.
Dear dreamer- I welcome you back to the front lines.
Love Always,
Mo