Dreams.

Sometimes, the dreams that you dreamed never forget you, even long after you have forgotten them. You are little. Your heart so FULL of courage. And you dream dreams. Your breathe life into visions you have for yourself. You look into the skies at night, out of your window, and as you breathe, you breathe life into these pictures that you've painted in the air and into the walls of your heart.

Then you grow up, and slowly but surely, the courage takes flight from your heart and you lose it. You forget your dreams, you lose the pictures you painted and once carried with you.

But what takes us so long to realise, is that the dreams we breathed into life continued on... ...it is only us who forgot them. But when we gave them life, our dreams went on living.

And then, they find us again.

Our dreams find us, and they recognize us. Even if the courage is gone, we are broken in places, shattered here and there, when our visions find us, they still remember us. And then they remind us of a courage we once had, of places we once visited in our hearts once upon a starry night.

And then, we remember. And then we go. We go out on our journeys. We walk with our dreams. And during that time, we find ourselves. Because when we find ourselves stalled in our very serious and ambitious plans, we are ofent being asked to re-find the beginning of time. That time, before we forgot how to dream.