This. I don’t need to muse or babble. I just need to point at what the Universe has to say.
It’s not the dazzling voice that makes a singer, Silver. Or clever stories that make a writer. And it’s not piles of money that make a tycoon.
It’s having a dream and wanting to live it so greatly that one would rather move with it and “fail” than succeed in another realm.
You so have what it takes,
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At which point, of course, Silver, failure becomes impossible, joy becomes the measure of success, and fitting into the jeans you wore back-in-the-day, inevitable. Hubba, hubba.
It’s the dream that keeps me going. So here’s to you, Universe. Hubba, hubba! What keeps you going?
What keeps me going? Some days, sheer cantankerousness. And coffee. ;o)
Where would we be without coffee?!?!?! I shudder to consider the consequences. 😉