Down The Rabbit Hole: Dream, dream, dream...

Albert Camus said: 'we love our dreams so much that we are afraid of making them come true'. I was sure I knew what my dreams were. I was sure I wouldn't rest until I MAKE them come true. And then...
- You've given up...
- No, I haven't. No.
- You've given up. That's how I see it.
- No! I just don't want to escape any more. A failure is possible and if it happens, I don't want to perceive it as a life tragedy.
- Of course, it wouldn't be a tragedy. But you've given up. You have.
I have.

The fourth sentence of this week arrived unexpectedly. The fourth, to cover it all:
"And although we are not what we should be yet, we are not what we used to be!"

Tears stream, down your face
When you lose something you cannot replace
Tears stream down your face and I...


Tears stream, down on your face
I promise you I will learn from my mistakes
Tears stream down your face and I...

Three days. Three people. Three healing sentences.

One for confidence
One for consolation
One for consolidation

I'm so grateful. I'm so happy. Like never before.