Nothing else can epitomize your childhood like dippy eggs.
Someone in front of me orders them and I smile.
Yet my smile today is weak.
I am filled of regret, regret of myself and who I have become.
I used to look within me and see magic.
I used to have hopes and dreams in my purse, ready to be made at any given time.
I have now put them dreams in a drawer, and sometimes I go and admire then. But the drawer, it still remains shut.
I had a dream, a daft dream, that I wanted to travel the world to go across the world and meet all of the wonderful trees, talk to them, be near to them, feel their energy, be amazing, be astounded, be made to cry by the beauty of it all.
Is this daft? No dream, however little, big, weird, its still a dream.
And dreams are the roads to our soul. We need to listen to them and follow them.
I am going to start my dream. I am going to start with Yorkshire and get to know english trees in the local areas.
I was inspired by a certain woman yesterday who reminded me of this dream. And I cannot thank her enough for giving me the key to myself.
I don't need a notebook, or camera, or any footage to document this dream.
I don't need to prove it. I am just going to live it. And love living.
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