Her life was not an easy one…it was filled with misfortune…heartache…and pain…but every time she’d fall…she’d pick herself up again.
She’d brush herself off…take a deep breath…then stand tall…all the while her optimism never wavered…and she never lost her smile.
I asked her one day, “How do you do it? How do you keep from feeling low? Is there a secret to your happiness…if so…I’d like to know.”
“The answer for me is simple.” She said. “Nothing too extreme…the key to my happiness has always been…my ability to dream.”
“When life hands me a disappointment…when I lose my self-esteem…when one dream fails…or has been broken…I dream another dream.”
“And when a dream has ended…good or bad…I take a moment to rejoice…or cry…then I remind myself there are as many dreams…as there are stars up in the sky.”
“Then I choose another star to dream on…and if that dream leads to scars…I look up to the heavens…and I choose another star.”
“I dream another dream.” She said. “And if another day I’m lucky enough to make it through…I stop and take a moment to count how many dreams I’ve made came true.”
Her life ended as all ours will and though I still think it unfair…remembering her words I chose not to live in my despair.
Instead I dream of the moment we will meet again…Hey! It is easier than it seems…to follow her advice…to dream another dream.
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