It lies on the horizon. Shrouded in mist, more of a mirage than anything real, I sense rather than see it. Yet, when I squint, the fog falls away, and my imagination conjures missing details, adding color, definition, and clarity. It seems incredibly distant. It mocks me, hovering tantalizingly beyond my reach. The universe is fickle and refuses to divulge the roadmap. There are no instructions, no listicles of the exact steps to take, no hint of a path, or any sign anyone has ever passed this way before.
Inaction is not my friend. I cradle my ephemeral vision in kid gloves, protecting its fragile existence as I shoulder the impossible, and set to work. Obstacles arise, and I discover my insecurities created the hurdles I must navigate. Facing unfounded worries, paralyzing fear, and self-destructive thought patterns, I stumble forward with relentless determination.
There are mountains to move, valleys to cross, and rivers to ford. My friends call me crazy, but I prepare myself for the challenge. The long hours lead to unexpected discoveries. The arduous work imparts a sense of satisfaction, and it fuels my resolve. When I look up from my task, I imagine my goal is closer.
Do you see your dream on the horizon?
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Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer
Not for a while now, but hope it’s not gone for good…
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I’m sure your dream is there, shrouded, perhaps, but it is there waiting for you. 👍
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I hope you’re right, Jo…
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