But is the American Dream really what we're trying to reach when it only satisfies our confidence levels, pockets and resumes?
Last week, I heard a story about a boy who was born to the best acrobats but grew up with farmers. He never knew his real parents, but his eyes always grew big when he saw trees. He wanted to climb them and defy gravity. But the farmers wanted the boy to farm and were harsh with him when he would look up. So the boy learned to farm and live under gravity's weight because it was all he knew to do.
- What if that boy had broken the mold the farmers wanted to fill and climbed trees?
- What if he had heard he could join the circus, because he was the son of the best acrobats?
- What if he had discovered that he was actually born an acrobat, not a farmer?
To be part of the story we love and to be who we were made to be...
Isn't this closer to what we desire?
You aren't who they say you are. You are so much more.