There have been countless times when I’ve wanted to cash in the chips on all my dreams, let them go for a more “realistic” view of my life, stop fooling myself, but each time I heard the voice of reason, something has begged me not to give up. The small, protective voice that I’ve been accustomed to listening to in the past has diminished, and has been slowly, but consistently, replaced with the voice I was born with. The voice of my soul, my loving spirit. This voice, my true voice, which was covered by the beliefs of well meaning adults, has never failed me. It’s been waiting patiently for my awakening, knowing one day I would return to the love I was born with. It’s been holding onto my purpose until the day I realized why I am here.
Although I know now what my purpose in life is, it took years of perceived struggle and dashed dreams to get to this point. Some days I may forget for awhile, however it now takes very little for my memory to return, and remember why I’m here in this particular lifetime. The loving, patient voice that guides me today has known my dreams when I was too sad, or too lost, or too angry to feel them or believe in them. Somewhere along the way, I began to listen to that voice again. I was tired of living in a fog. When you get to the point in your life when the fear has become exhausting, something shifts. The small voice becomes smaller as your authentic voice gets clearer, eventually dissipating as a memory. I hear it now. It never gave up on me. It helped me to rediscover my dreams. It waited for me to be ready.
Be patient. Don’t give up on your dreams just yet. They’re waiting in a spot for you to be ready. Spend some time rediscovering who you were meant to be. Stop listening to everyone around you when they say you’re too old, or too young, or not smart enough. Just stop living your life listening to the opinions of others. Get back to the time when you knew who you were. It’s time to remember, to listen to your spirit. It’s time to believe in your dreams!