Did you know that Dreams Do Come True?
In this earthly realm—where Nature whispers secrets that only a few dare to hear—I found myself standing at the threshold of a dream. A dream that had whispered its elusive melody in my ears for years, a tune of writing, of delving deep into the human soul to craft something both ephemeral and enduring. But reaching this oasis of creativity was not a mere stroll; it was a spiritual pilgrimage punctuated by invisible barricades.
"Am I able to do this? Do I have value enough?"
Imagine, if you will, a wall made not of stones but of thoughts—thoughts of self-doubt, insecurities. The words of naysayers became the cement that held this structure together. They said, "You’re not capable, you’re inexperienced," and I allowed these declarations to build my prison.
The Amulet of Faith
Suspended on a delicate chain around my neck, hidden beneath fabric, lies an ancestral necklace—a talisman passed down from generations of women who could only dream in silence. Its pendant, a sunny flower pendant, is my quiet contract with the universe. When clouds of doubt would gather, I’d clutch this amulet, its cool reality grounding me, and whisper to myself, "Dreams do come true."
Yet, even this powerful token could not fully dispel my innate art of self-sabotage. The ink would flow, words blossoming on paper, but then I’d retreat. "Who would care to read your ramblings?" my inner critic would sneer. The words would be stashed away, forgotten in drawers, orphaned and unloved.
The Turning Point
Life has a way of orchestrating perfect moments—epiphanies that we stumble upon when we least expect. For me, it was a stormy night when I hit rock bottom. Amidst the tempest outside, my fingers found my necklace, and clarity emerged as if it was always there, hidden beneath the chaos. I asked myself, "Will I continue to be my own roadblock?" That night, each word I penned chiselled away a piece of my self-made wall. By the break of dawn, I had birthed my first true story, proof that "dreams do come true."
The Alchemy of Manifestation - Dreams Do Come True
Since that fateful night, my dreams have acquired a corporeal form. Essays, stories, even a novella have been penned, making the intangible palpable, solidified as printed words in a bound book. I feel an unquenchable vitality, like a river that’s broken free from its dam, cascading into endless possibilities.
"Dreams do come true," I say now, without a shred of doubt. I have crossed the marshlands of self-doubt, navigated the barren deserts of self-sabotage, and arrived at the sanctuary of self-fulfilment. All the while, that amulet was my guiding star, the key to unshackling the wings of my aspiration.
"Is this path I'm walking truly mine, or am I chasing an illusion?" I wondered. My fingers instinctively touched the necklace, each line a marker of the trials I'm conquering, the dreams I've dared to dream. At this moment of reflection, the uncertainty looms larger than life, making my questions the very essence of my journey.
So each day, as I sit to write, I feel the comforting weight of the magical necklace against my skin—a tactile reminder of the journey undertaken, the battles fought, and the inner demons conquered. I write, not just for me but for the lineage of silent dreamers who came before me, affirming that dreams, no matter how elusive, can be grasped and made real. And they have been. My words now flow freely, a living testament that dreams do come true.
