Exception

Imagination, is the most powerful part of me. I don't want to stop believing in spite of all my tears and the painful truths I have to learn. I dream of having my own column. I aspire to write to move something in everyone's hearts. People read it and give a good-natured laugh but deep within they suddenly have a resolution. They pledge to let go of all setbacks, and they are not afraid to face what's ahead. People never have to compete anymore. Even watching a flower's petals as the wind wafts through their hair makes them smile. People exchange hugs under the sun and dance in the rain. They watch for rainbows when the sky clears. No one asks for the time because there's nothing to rush for. They take slow walks by the lakes and understand how life is precious even as a fish hurriedly swims, as a bird stops by the stone pavement to take a break. People learn to stretch out their hands to feel the soft heat of the sun instead of clenching their fists. I dream that eveyone has the opportunity to love. To love and understand how it can also bring pain. No one takes love lightly because it is a gift. And when the sun slowly falls, marbles on the asphalt glimmer. Like hope...and everyone goes to sleep with reassurance. I dream that the world can be a pretty place.