Kids without a dad, kids without a mom. Those are nightmares. The kind of nightmares that almost no one wants to get close to. The kind of nightmares that will crawl into your bed and poison all the comfortable parts of your life.
When you’re living one of those nightmares you don’t get to keep your distance. There’s hardly a moment of your life that doesn’t remind you what you’ve lost.
The only way out is to own the nightmare and use words, thoughts, and actions to transform it into a dream. Creating the right words can slowly turn the horror into a source of hope and love. Not just for yourself, but for those around you.
It is constant work. Even the most mundane taste of sadness (or happiness) can unleash the beast of grief. I have come to look for these moments, sense the sadness and dive in, looking to make something beautiful.
It means seeking out the uncomfortable and finding its power. You take the power by putting it into your own words. The uncomfortable doesn’t just become bearable. You master it and add it to your dream-making toolset.
Tragedy has blessed me with the power to turn nightmares into dreams, to face the dark with the knowledge that therein lies the power to create Heaven on Earth.
God bless and thank you for reading,
Jason
