Ever chased a dream into a cloud? Only to be bombarded by the shells of war and lose the dream in a cacophony of noise and the warmth of expelled gun powder? I’ve chased my dreams…to new heights every time. Some I’ve caught, some I’ve let go, others I’ve lost. Once…just once I escaped. I saw what no man was ever meant to see. I saw the rings of Saturn, I saw the moon wink, and the sun cry. I drifted beyond my imagination to a land filled with awe and majesty. At that precise moment I felt what no arrogant man ever feels…I felt small. I knew I mattered little, and I felt happy. There was no more weight, no more sadness, no more forgotten dreams…just my life spanned infinitely in a mere moment. All of this I thought within a fraction of an eye blink, and then I closed mine and drifted. I fell…back to Earth, back to a land filled with men found wanting, one filled to the brim with men who will never know what I have seen. I feel compelled to say nothing. It is my gem, my glistening diamond that only reflects and refracts in and from my iris. I am the sole beholder of this gift. My heart is light and filled with hope. I don’t chase dreams any more…I live them.
