Never in my wildest dreams could I have predicted that my life would be this way. It isn’t perfect; I am trialled, challenged, a witness to tears, fears and disappointment as much as any man. And like them, in this great, wide, unknown cosmos, I exist.
My vessel of a body has dabbled in the great wide ocean, touched the dissolving Earthly soil, flown higher than all the soaring birds in the world, and captured the setting sun in its iris more times than seems fathomable to my mind.
What a wonderful thing, life. I love all that is capable. And above all, I love not knowing how, when, and why everything happens the way it does. I am not the same as I was two years ago, and I hope the same happens again, and again and again. I couldn’t think of a world that exists without passion, interest, curiousity at the forefront.
Allison Marie told me the other day that when she was younger, people used to say ‘you dream too much’, ‘you’ve got your head in the clouds’. Thing is, what is a life without your dreams? What is a life without the very one thing that allows your heart to rise with the sun each and every dawn? It is an absolute honour to experience the utter pleasure of dreaming beyond our slumbers. After all, I hear dreams are pure magic. I hear they could fly your footprints to the moon. In fact, I hear they already did for one man back in ’69. And maybe, just maybe, we could, too. xx