One night, in a dream, I saw a group of people. These were deserving, lovable people. The problem was, they didn't know it. They were stuck, confused--reacting to some crazy stuff that happened long ago. They were running around in adult bodies, but in many ways they were still children.

And they were scared.

These people were too busy protecting themselves and trying to figure out what everything meant, they didn't do what they most needed to do: relax, be who they are, and allow themselves to shine.

They didn't know it was okay to stop protecting themselves. They didn't know it was ok to love and be loved. They didn't know they could love themselves.

When I awoke, I realized I was one of them...





note: i did not write this, it is from a book i had for my psych paper it was in the dedication and i am one of them...