Carry out your literary dream, no matter how unlikely it may seem…

life weighs heavy upon my shoulders and patience starts wearing thin, it is divine hope and dreams which sustain me, pushing me forth against the wind.

It’s easy to get caught up in where the world is going and lose sight of the direction we were headed.

Wednesday had come and gone in a single breath. As I dreamt of divine love, Picasso, and a vast field of gold, a new dawn had already begun.

Humans need fantasy to be human.

Coming back to where you started is not the same as never leaving.

It doesn’t get more iconic than Terry Fox.