I closed the door to my bedroom and sat at my desk with a Brother typewriter and filled pages with stories.
I majored in philosophy and wanted to help people find beauty and happiness and meaning through my words.
Watching my children dress up, I marvel at their limitless dreams.
They want to be firemen and doctors for people and doctors for animals and fairies and princesses and painters and dancers and train drivers.
When do we lose that ability to play dress up and let our fantasies and dreams guide our actions and our hopes and our plans?
Maybe it’s time to recapture our capacity to dream big dreams, to dream beautiful dreams, even when they seem too big and too beautiful to come true.
“You may say I’m a dreamer, but I’m not the only one. I hope someday you’ll join us. And the world will live as one.”
John Lennon, lyrics to “Imagine”