Our dreams are personal, our dreams are unique; give them the wings of time and intention, fulfilment they'll automatically seek. They float around us in multiple hues, nudging us till they make sense; steer us towards our destined goals, from our innermost desires, they commence. The going may not be smooth from there, it’s a roller coaster ride; and only with the buckles of belief in place; each tender dream can survive. Dreams are like little children, they are what you make them believe; then there’s no stopping them, a magical world they weave. They need nurturing; they need trust, they thrive when you believe in them; gradually you see them bloom and grow, and transform into a gem. Believe in your dreams, hang on to them. whatever critics might say; see them turn to reality slow but sure, like the Sun's brightest rays.