If I could share 500 words to inspire, this is the important wisdom I'd want to pass along to others...
Hello, old friend.
(Yes, you. Really. You… reading this)
We are writing to you because we miss spending quality time with you.
Who are we? Your dreams — your unbridled zest for life, your spark of greatness.
Did you even notice we’ve been missing? Sure, we drop in occasionally on birthdays, Christmas morning; sometimes we ride rollercoasters with you at theme parks. But, didn’t you know we’re supposed to be with you every day, every moment, even now? When you were very young, we were your constant companions, though that seems so long ago now. Granted, you’re not always miserable without us; and in time, you actually come to believe that we should only visit on special occasions. But ask yourself, as the wonderful poet, Mary Oliver, asks:
“Are you breathing just a little, and calling it a life?”
Why, you ask, did we go away? Well, you sent us away. Because you are in charge of when we appear. You choose your dreams. And you decide whether you believe they are valid. Zest for life is available whenever you determine the time is right. And anytime you call on your spark of greatness, we appear. Why do you wait to call on us?
Your parents are to blame? Your boss? Your income? The government? Your significant other? Don’t you realize those people are beyond your control — you (and we) are the only factors you can control. If you really want that fluttery feeling in your belly, that anticipation of wonderful things, you have only to decide you want it. What other measure of your joy and fulfillment is there but how you feel? And you are in charge of how you feel — even as you work that difficult job, sort out that relationship problem, and even as you recover from a stinging disappointment or devastating loss. You are in charge of how you feel.
And since you have to go through these things anyway (it’s unavoidable; life can be tough) why not keep us, the dreams to which you aspire, your exquisite joy in every moment, and the knowledge that a spark of greatness exists in you, close at hand? What are you waiting for? We didn’t go away… you sent us away. And you can call us back. Do it now.
If you feel we are lost, come and find us. Don’t wait for joy to somehow find its way to you. The Fed Ex driver will not drop off your dreams on the doorstep.
And please know, no praise from others, award, or paycheck will define the greatness in you, until YOU do. Stop listening to that voice in your head telling you dreams are meant for others. We are your true birthright. And only you can claim us. All you have to do is make the choice.
Choose joy. Right now.
Pursue your dreams.
Believe in your capacity for greatness.
Getting goosebumps? Trust your goosebumps.
We want to come home.
We miss you.
We need you.