Gazing through the windows of the Prudential, I was terrified. Terrified of flying, not falling. Not scared of the immensity of the landscape before me, but of the intensity of my dreams. Not worried that time seemed to slow down while gazing below, but worried that my time on earth was running out and would never be enough. Not skeptical that the substructure of such a massive building wouldn’t hold, but unsure that I had the foundation from which to reach for the heights to which I fantasize. There, standing on the 50th floor, I thought of all the giants on whose backs I have stood… And of several others on whose backs I wish I could.
Whether your dreams give you passion or your dreams make you afraid… Never stop dreaming and don’t stop believing!!!