The dreamer often stumbles, weary and distraught he or she often thinks of turning back; sometimes it seems that the only thing to persist in any form of constancy is the dream itself.

I’ve been re-reading the blogs that I’ve written each day for the past two years. So much stumbling, so many false hopes, so many new ways of doing things…

Stumbling is part of dreaming.

Yet though we stumble and doubt, ever so drunkenly along this narrow crooked path, we continue to dream of the impossible.

This is the miracle of the dreaming; that the inextinguishable flame of faith and hope burning inside the core of the dreamer constantly flickers and dwindles, but it refuses to go out, it refuses to die.

You can’t stop dreaming so don’t stop believing…

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