the girl with kaleidoscope eyes.

We are all dreamers in a certain sense and all have wishes of our own, but when we make our wishes where do they go?  Do they follow us or just dissappate into nothingness or do they become part of us?  Cinderella once said that a dream is a wish your heart makes.  Sometimes we bury things that bother us deep inside thinking that they will go away and never resurface, but to think so is absurd.  In many instances these things we run from eventually become our demise.  By avoiding we let ourselves become swallowed whole.  I mention dreams because it seems that we push the very things from our hearts that we need to let in or we let in the very things we should be pushing away in hopes a certain dream.  Whether that is a "perfect" relationship or a "perfect" job.  I say "perfect" because if anything was perfect and utopic in nature than would we all be searching...

However, not all that wander are indeed lost.  No matter the circumstance or situation every single moment and breath is with great purpose.  Every bit of being is in relationship to a large more stategic scale, every time we meet somebody new, experience joy or tragedy, push ourselves more than we thought possible, or trust with our eyes closed.  All of these things are because somewhere in our journey as a person they must happen in order for something else to occur.  It's just like the saying, "Sometimes good things fall apart, so better things can come together."

The balance in all of this is realizing what you want and being bold enough to go after it, whether you are alone in your decision or in a larger group, whether it simply affects you or others as well, whether it will be painful or utter bliss; you won't know until you get there.

See the world in technicolor through a kaleidoscope where every turn is a whole and new picture more beautiful than the last.  And when you get there, let me know because I'm sure all of your wishes have found you.

So dream the big dreams, do the unthinkable and listen to what your heart is trying to hide, and for heaven's sake make a few mistakes along the way.

In the words of Bob Dylan: 
May you build a ladder to the stars,
And climb on every rung