I am unsure how to write this letter, since you are not a person, but a thing, or things – intangible things, so bear with me here. I can’t touch you unless something tangible comes out of you, until you come true. I dream of a better tomorrow. I dream of a cancer-free world. I dream of writing for a living. I dream of so many things I have yet to put words to. Most of my dreams are earthly ones, but some are rooted in heaven above. Or heaven around us. I dream of being free of this body, of physical limitations. I know one day all of these dreams will come true. One day. I remind myself almost daily that the sky is NOT the limit – there are footprints on the moon, after all. My most favorite quote of all time (and you know that’s saying something, because I just love quotes) is the one by Audrey Hepburn that goes like this: “Nothing’s impossible. The word itself says ‘I’m possible.'”
Nothing’s impossible, even for me. Or maybe I should say especially for me. I can do anything and everything I want to do. It may take me longer than everyone else, but I have faith that I’ll get there. Sometimes, something will take root in my heart (like childhood cancer advocating) and it does not let go. The fire I have for writing? You know it started long ago, when I was seven years old. I always knew what I was supposed to do, but I wasn’t always sure of how I was going to do it. One step at a time is how.
I know I tend to live in my own little world most of the time – I think it’s easier for me to believe in myself when I’m alone, because there isn’t anyone to tell me no, I cannot do what I want to do. If I chase you, my dreams, then I actually feel like I am living. Without you, I would not be able to move forward. You are my hope for tomorrow. I look forward to you coming to life, becoming my reality. As long as I keep moving forward with my eyes on the prize, I know I’ll be okay.
And who knows? Maybe you will be more than I could ever dream you will be.