I dream my life and I live my dream.
I love the moments of dawn, where the boundary between dreams and reality blends into an intricate pattern that becomes my day. In the morning, I find the essence of my existence most easily. It’s then that I can weave new threads through the eye of hope and create my day.
‘I dream my life,’ I whisper to the universe before I sit down and meditate with my friends. Time is as sacred as the woodcarver who takes the time to see and feel the grain’s pattern before sitting down to create his art.
My art is taking the time to gaze into an inexhaustible source illuminated by inspiration and creativity.
Here in Mallorca, the morning sun paints the sky with golden red hues as the world awakens. I’m not just a spectator to my dreams; I’m an active participant, a creator of my own destiny, I think as I plunge into the salty morning bath.
‘And I live my dream,’ I declare with pride and conviction as I rise and head towards the shore. With every step I take and every decision I make, I tread my path forward.
I am a wanderer dreaming as I go, living and breathing for life’s passion that burns unwaveringly in my heart. I wait for no one, for it is only I who live out my dream. Through life’s twists and turns, illuminated by the light of dreams, I embrace challenges and celebrate victories with this part that belongs to me alone,
It is my discipline to take care of it.
I have done much wrong and much good. But what does it matter now? Breakfast is soon. I weave my new day with threads of courage and hope. For I dream my life and live my dream, in an eternal dance of reality and fantasy.
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