Good Days and Big Dreams

I realized today that everyone has bad days and good days. Bad moments and good moments. We just don't always take the time to recognize a beautiful thing when we see it. More often than not it is the simple things: a sunset, a kind word, a smile from a friend, that really make a great moment.

And than I realized; if these simple things make life so wonderful, why don't I take more care in what I do and say?  My actions and words could build someone up or tear them down.  Lift of their dreams so they strive to achieve them or break them down so much they don't even try.

Scary, isn't it?  To know we each have that much power.  Over others. And over ourselves.  And what we choose to speak can make all the difference in the world.

While I wouldn't tell a three year old they could fly, I would inspire them to dream about it.  Maybe someday they will become a pilot.  And what about my peers?  They have dreams too.  The ones spoken in hushed tones late at night.  Everyone has a secret wish.

I remember very clearly, many years ago now it was, when my mother decided to speak hope to one of my dreams.
"I would like to write a book."  I told her.
"I think you would be good at that," she told me with a smile.

So I tried.  I wrote stories, poems, journal entries, and songs.  And than one day I wrote a novel.  It isn't published yet or anything, but I am working on it.

I often think back to that time my spoke hope to me.  That was the spark that started the fire in my soul. I probably wouldn't write at all if she hadn't encouraged me.

Yet here I am.  Writing has helped me sort out all my feelings.  And it helps me learn about who I really am.

Thanks Mom