To the dream-stealers,
We believed you for many years.
Our hearts sank and our shoulders slumped as what you believed was (im)possible formed our own prison walls. We *almost* accepted that the dreams we held so close to our hearts were… Unrealistic. Risky. For them, not us. Flat out fantasy.
Because you’re very convincing. And you’re everywhere. You tell us to get our head out of the clouds. Sometimes with harsh words. Sometimes with a teasing laugh. Sometimes with a pep-talk and a dose of well-intended advice.