Dreams are the fuel of hope. I've had days walking into work on a Monday morning amidst the icy whipping wind that only central Illinois can produce. I choose to turn my attention to my dreams, and a warm smile crosses my face.
The beauty of dreams is that they can be enjoyed at almost any time... in traffic, standing in line, lying in bed while the alarm goes off, folding laundry, changing a flat tire.
Dreams give a person something to strive for. Something to picture. A reminder that life can and will be better, given enough time or effort or both.
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