Dreaming...

Those closest to me know that I'm a dreamer at heart. I've been known to zone out of reality from time to time and allow myself to slip into fantasy. Sometimes, for the simple humor and entertainment of it... And others, because of the realistic desire I have to experience that which I am imagining. My dreams are the threads of my life. They're carefully stitched between my thoughts, emotions, and imagination, holding all of it and more together. My dreams are my composure that allow me to carry myself the way I do, and assert myself with the hope that I have for more out of life.

I've seen a lot in my short life. I've seen the Blue Mountains of Jamaica and the gorgeous rain forests of Peru and swung through the treetops of Costa Rica. I've watched the sun make its way up into the sky from the Caribbean Sea, and looked as it made it way down over the horizon of the South Pacific Ocean. I've traveled the U.S. hiking to the tops of mountains, seeing the view from a skyscraper, and casting my fishing line into vast deep water. I've mounted horses and ridden through creeks and endless woods, I've skied down icy mountain face's and across busy lakes. But one thing is certain...

I'm convinced that my memories will never trump my dreams. Its dangerous for people to live in the past, but its equally as dangerous to ignore it, that I don't argue. But I will give this thought my attention as long as I live:

"Our dreams should always be bigger than our memories." -Me

Until the day I die, you will never convince me that the best is behind me. Even if I knew that I had an hour left to live, I would find a way to make it epic. I give respect to all that has happened in my past, and all that I have learned from it. However, if you asked me today "Dayne, what does the future like for you?" and you asked me that same question on my death bed, I would reply to both in this way: My lips would smile, my eyes would ignite, my cheeks would blush, my heart would pound, and my spirit would be lifted as I spoke my ambitions, and pursued them.

My heart breaks for those whose memories are bigger than their dreams...