Mr. Sandman

As children, we are told to pursue our dreams.  We receive encouragement to let them wander, far and vast to uncover wonders.  Then as the years go on, we find that there was a fine print to those statements.  Wander only as far as we see fit.  Do not dare tread into the dark woods.  Many have not come back who have gone in.  It is safer with boundaries.  Be practical.

But the woods call to us.  The lush foliage and canopies seem to create a mystical world one must journey through to fully appreciate.  There is something unspoken about it that children know it is an escape.  It is freedom for expression. 

            Despite all this, the doubts creep in as the limitations roll through.  The freedom of the woods becomes blockaded.  Fallen trees and wild animals tread your desired path.  Insecurities are injected like poison by those who do not believe; those without hearts.  The whole concept of ‘following your dreams’ appears to be a joke.  You cannot follow what is clouded from your vision. 

There are those that are stronger than the lethal poison.  They push through and overpower the drug.  They do not need to see to believe.  These are the ones who will enter the woods.  The reason they do not return is because there is no need to.  Why return to the dark tunnel after a lifetime of sun?  The strong individuals have the drive, the vision.  They will not be stopped from reaching the woods.  After every parting cloud there is light.  They are not following their dreams.  They will lead them.