Everybody has a chapter they don’t read out loud. Sometimes not even whisper. And I think.. I know it takes time to fall in love with silence. To put wisdom in it and see through the hollowness. Silence that listens. That invites warmth. It takes even more time to fall in love with loneliness. To tame it. Bravely. To remember that the universe wants to protect you and you only need to allow it. True loneliness only belong to true heroes. The one that is a deep sea, within which the fishes of mystery dwell. It takes certainly courage to love your own quest. To see how noble it is. To see the meaning. Are only ones who are born under a blessed star would set sail across the billowing waves and the wild squalls, because of a dream?! Only those who truly love and who are truly strong can sustain their lives as a dream. To dwell in their own enchantment. Life throws stones at them, but love and dream mold them into stone paths to the new discovery. And if no one knows it, then there are places that do.
Life asks for nothing. Except for you to not stop breathing. For you to be you. For me to be me. Our dreams become history. And we continue to transform, protected by your own fairy-tale, by love.