when dreaming hurts.

I honestly don't know how dreamers do it. Those self proclaimed dreamers who live always for the moments just out of their grasp. Those dreamers who allow their minds to imagine the unimaginable, their hearts to love the unloveable, their souls to long for the impossible. Those dreamers whose imaginations knows no borders, whose hearts see no risk too big, whose souls claim no hope too much. Those dreamers who dream big, love hard, feel deeply, take risks, seek ambitions, make changes, dare greatly.

I admire them.

But what happens when the dreaming hurts? When the disappointment comes, when the heart breaks, when the dream disappears? What happens when suddenly life pulls your dream rug out from underneath you and you are left bruised and confused from the fall?

All dreamers must know this feeling. Life is too unpredictable, too fragile, too harsh - no one can avoid that breath knocked out of you, not sure how you'll make it through the day kind of feeling.

Something sets them apart, these dreamers. Something so foreign to me, my heart struggles to wrap around it. It seems the key to the dreamers life is to never let the dreaming stop. Even when they are battered and bruised, tired and worn, shattered and empty - they keep. on. dreaming. They lean into the pain of life - the big and the little - and in the leaning, in the feeling, new dreams form. Light shines through. Hope sprouts up.

Maybe their dreams look different then they did before. Maybe their dreams change color or grow bigger or move further or come closer.

The dreamer's life is not an easy one. Dreaming opens us to the potential of hurt, disappointment, sadness, loss. But it also could create growth, change, healing, authenticity.

For me, to dream is to be vulnerable, to live fully and freely.

May I never let the dreaming stop.