(credit)Just finished watching Amazing Grace. That movie makes me want to do something that matters. I want to dream big dreams and attempt things that everyone says are idiotic. I want to fight evil and darkness and spread the Light that is dawning.
My spirit is willing, but my flesh is weak.
Sometimes I feel as though I'm two people. One wants so badly to dream and do and be and the other is dragging, hindering, depressing me, squashing the Dreamer inside. You wouldn't think being a dreamer would be so hard. It scares me to death. Maybe it's a good death. Maybe the thing dying is my suffocating fear. I want to take wild risks more than I want to be safe.
Tonight, I'm fighting to let the Dreamer breathe.