Sometimes dreaming is easy. Other times however, it seems more likely that longing and languish breed only more longing and languish without any easy resolve. To see people in need, or to be in need yourself, but to know that the answer lies far off or that it cannot be envisioned at all, is to be vulnerable to discouragement and even to despair. 

The dreams, when they come, are life. Glimpses of potential, visions of what could be, are the tiny sparks that set aflame Hope. And it is by tenaciously clinging to Hope that one receives life and strength in the struggle for those things most desired.

The dreams, when they come, are what put to death that most awful sin of complacency.

The dreams, when they go, sometimes draw us back into sleep, that we'd enter again the land where with ease anything is possible.

The dreams, when they go, are sometimes born anew in the hearts of those courageous enough to enter the land where with difficulty and perseverance and heartache and joy and sweat and tears, truly anything is possible.