As the melodic wind chimes dance on the swirling gentle breeze giving life to the delicately layered song that soothes my soul, my thoughts drift on that very breeze to a quiet place. I stand at the bottom of a towering mountain where I strain and squint to gaze all the way up to the top of its snow capped ridges. I hunger to see the world from way up high in that extraordinary place. I imagine it is illuminated in shimmered crystal lights. I long to dance barefoot in victory along the edges of the soft, mossy space that stands apart from the cold like a mirage in the center of all that snow just for me. A place where my dreams and independence are intimately intertwined and the words that are scrawled in the book of my life have not yet even been imagined.
Never fear to dream a dream that is alive inside of you. The mountain may seem expansive, even impossible to climb, but have faith and believe in yourself. Tenacity will inspire the breath of life that rouses the soul of that dream. Confidence and passion become wings that lift your feet from the ground. Believe and pursue that which burns inside the heart that beats in you, never denying who you are, and the time will come for you to stand breathlessly in awe of the view from the top of your mountain.