I woke up with the sunrise and a dream. The day brought goodness and excitement, support, help and friendship but then somehow turned to trials and tribulations. I started feeling beaten down, battered and persecuted by what others were saying. I reminded myself that this is just a challenge, needing action. Some people might like to see me doing something else with my life, with my time. What I'm doing might not be seen as valuable or as important as what someone else is doing. It might not even seem sane. It might be confusing to others or easily misunderstood. Maybe I'm not going about things correctly or I'm spinning my wheels and others can see my mistakes clearly. I've failed before and maybe I'll fail again. I might hurt others, even those I love and have a responsibility for. My dream might not make sense to anyone but me.
Maybe I'm blind to my mistakes but I know that this situation can and will change. I refuse to wallow in the valley of despair. I have faith and hope. Despite the difficulties and frustrations of the moment, yes, I still have a dream. Would it do me any good to be any other way? Who is being hopeless going to help? Is quitting my dream to please others going to get me anywhere that I want to go?
In 1963 Martin Luther King, Jr. had a dream, a dream that involved change. It was turbulent. It was challenging. He fought till his death. He had faith and hope. He wanted black and white children to join hands as brothers and sisters. Right now, in my house, that exists. I voted for a black president. I can judge a person based on their character, not the color of their skin. I learned that from someone's dream. It proved valuable and viable, even if everyone at the time thought it was crazy, even if it killed him, even if it didn't make any money. It inspired change.
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