Fireflies dance in and out of the porch light on an endless summer night that feels like yesterday, even though yesterday was Christmas. Memories are funny like that; I can remember what never was more than most of my recent history. Like carolers at my door serenading in the season…really happened. Or that dance in the moonlight with the perfect man…never was. There’s so much to have in this life and yet I want to dream up more, create something else, something better than reality can offer. I can and do make the dreams. I manufacture a reality. Those that I choose not to share, I keep in my journal. Because imagining a perfect dream is oftentimes much sweeter than it could be in life. Perfect memories are most often those of the land of never was than the actual past.
What is wonderful is that each day is an opportunity to live closer to that dream. To imagine something better and possibly try something new that changes your life is a worthy purpose. I’m not sure if tomorrow will be like yesterday’s Christmas morning or if next week I’ll be dreaming of a better today. What I know and what I remember are unimportant because what will be is always changing. Where I am today does not determine where I can go tomorrow. I can build on an old foundation or start anew on a fresh plot of land. I am fortunate to have my imagination to guide my thoughts, many of us give it up long before we really need it.
