Give me the courage to dream again.
One of the most discouraging and frustrating realities in life is being satisfied or rather, being desensitized by the stability and everyday stillness of work that one can no longer find the heart and the courage to dream.
Day by day, this once burning and fervent passion for your craft fades, without you even realizing it. You allow yourself to be content with the good when you are capable of greatness. It’s an all too familiar feeling that traps oneself, paralyzing it—disallowing for transformation.
I pray, I hope, I get past this.
I have much to learn, and much to conquer.
The first step is to confront the problem, to see farther than what I can see in the present: the vast and the infinite possibilities waiting for me to capture and let be.
But first, let me learn, let me be good, let me be patient, let me wander through this beautiful life and this golden path with a promise to exhaust all the possibilities of the now and the greatness of what I have.
Let me be bold but let me be humble. Let me strive for perfection without the fear of failure. Let me reach for the stars with grace and gratitude permeating through my veins—with an everlasting desire to learn, to grow, and bloom where I am planted.
Back in prehistoric times it was just a free for all. God was putting antlers on everything and made 7 foot tall gophers with wings, it was a mess.
Look at this poor, impractical bastard.
The prehistoric era was God’s Deviantart stage.
Now he just hides all of his stupid-looking OCs in the ocean where no one can find them.
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