Give me licence to dream tonight. Give me licence to be incoherent today. Never has reality felt so harsh. On the surface, I've accepted. In my mind, I'm too exhausted to chase after what will never be mine. But in my heart resides a glimmer of hope, albeit false hope.
'It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live.' But what if dreaming is all the life you have left? What do you do? Do you continue living the dream? Or do you return to the reality and stop living?
Stopitstopitstopit.
God give me the strength to stop dreaming. God give me the strength to move on. God give me the strength to trust Him.
The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak. Indeed.