This is not a land of flowers and honey bees.
This is not a familiar place that I can ever call home.
This is an alien landscape of emotional minefields and deadly
cacti…always within striking distance of the bitter rattlesnake.
There is a bounty of treasure to be had for any who can learn to
navigate the hardships of these lands, but so few can.
The trials we endure our worth the suffering only if we can protect the
desires of our souls and the will of our hearts.
The land of dreamers is not a land safe from reality, it takes a strong
will and a focused mind to keep your desires from becoming buried beneath the
blood red sands.
In this realm we are still thirsty for something that we failed to
protect so long ago.
In this realm we fight against the fear of the unknown, to never allow
these desperate and jagged stones to carve us into the form of another’s ideas.
From here there is no safe path to take, and no guarantee that at the
end of any day you will not be broken and left alone among the snakes and the
wolves.
Yet from here there is always a chance that you may find that Oasis in
the great distance ahead, and that you may finally quench your endless thirst
by filling yourself with the knowledge that you, yourself, have managed yet
another day among these harsh alien lands that can never be home.
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