Daring to Dream

I sit here, etching these words in time. And I wonder: What if I let myself dream? What if I pursued a bit of those dreams each day? What if I sought the dreams of my Maker? Or better, what if I sought my Maker above all else? What then?

I don't want an answer.

Not a written one, anyway.

This answer,

I want to experience.

Why stop at "what if"?

Because for every "what if",

there's a "That's what."

We just rarely go to the opposite side of the question mark.