It is not enough that we only plant the seed of any idea.
Walking away from anything that you have started in the blind hope that
it will become what you wanted it to become, without any help, is nothing less
than the treachery of a dream.
If our vision is to ever be seen properly, we must learn to get our
hands dirty, we must make the decision to stay and cultivate a determined idea,
and we must see the importance in digging deeper than what our fears alone will
let us.
Be it clay, brick, frozen ground, sandstone, metal, or digging through
the abyss itself; there is no substance, both ethereal and substantial, that we
cannot dig a hole deep enough to grow the will of the seed we chose to plant.
Nothing can stop the sunshine from getting through to the vision we have
but ourselves.
We must make sure to fill every hole we dig with reason and chance, lest
we tumble further down the rabbit hole with less of a chance to return a whole
mind.
We must make sure to nurture and care for the dream we have planted,
lest we feel the guilt of watching it wither and decay from our negligence.
I must not be afraid to get my hands a little dirty.
So I am digging, and digging, and digging some more; always with the
hope that I will reach a place to plant my dreams without forgetting about
them.

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