Walking down the hall in my temporary hotel quarters in my hometown, a discarded star on the carpet caught the light and my attention. It’s been there for at least several weeks, resisting suitcase wheels, footfalls, vacuuming. Every day I’d notice it as I went to my rooms.
As I write, it’s still there. See?
And then, I saw a second one!
I couldn’t help but think of the stars as someone’s dreams, dreams that resisted all attempts to make them smaller or even kill them, entirely. Those dreams just wouldn’t give up, just as these stars aren’t giving up the ghost.
Dreams die hard.
Sometimes, dreams lie dormant for a while, until the light catches them and just like that, they are revived.
Later in the month I went down another hallway and saw even MORE stars scattered on that carpeting, so many….a trail of stars, a pathway to someone’s dreams…maybe mine.
I took it as a sign that we should never give up on our dreams, no matter how impossible they may seem. They may seem difficult, but perhaps they are more resilient than we think.
As are we.