Sometimes people look at people who dream and think, "Naive". I think, "Strong." Because to dream is to admit that you want more. That you're not afraid to tell yourself the truth.
A dream is not rose-colored glasses. It's an inner reference point that guides you even when it's dark.

I dream of a cozy house with the smell of cakes and coffee. I dream of a man with whom I don't have to be strong every day. About evenings when you can just be quiet and hold hands.
Kids, laughter, noise, life.
And I'm not ashamed of it.

Every step I take - no matter how small - brings me closer to that dream. And you know what I know for sure: dreaming isn't about weakness. It's about faith. In yourself. In people. In the future.