Postcard from the Edge

I picked up a random postcard a few weeks back at Liberty Market while shopping for a gift for a friend.  It says, “If what’s in your dreams wasn’t already inside of you, how could you even dream it?”.

I’m still not sure why I bought it.  Even now, that phrase doesn’t really evoke any kind of overwhelming response.  It’s just there, bouncing around in my head making me wonder why I like it.  And to tell you the truth, I’m not even sure I like it.  It kind of bugs me sometimes.  I have it stuck in the frame of a white board that sits above my desk so every time I sit down, I see it.  It’s red and white and stares at me while I shop online for my newest obsessions like boots and coffee and Moody Blues songs.  I can see it just outside of my peripheral vision and I have memorized the words at this point so it just repeats over and over.

I’m beginning to resent its smug attitude.  Like it knows my dreams, knows the things that keep me awake at night and is daring me – double-dog daring me -  to explain and negotiate them out of existence.  After all, wouldn’t that be easier than actually moving to make them real?  Seems that way.  But no, it’s there reminding me that if I wasn’t already capable of achieving these things, they wouldn’t be in my heart in the first place.  All that it’ll take is action and good amount of courage to start the domino effect that will eventually make them come true.

That should make me happy, huh?  Instead, I’m wasting my time feeling trapped.

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