Sometimes there are moments when faith weakens. When it seems that dreams are something distant, impossible, childish. But that's when I remind myself: a dream is not a promise. It's the light at the end of the tunnel.

You can dream, even when it's hard. Even when your heart hurts. Even when it seems that everything is already lost. Because a dream is a part of us. It's a voice that whispers: "just a little longer, just hold on" 🌠

I believe in the power of imagination. In the power of desire. In the power of a little hope. And in the fact that the universe hears, even when we are silent. That's why I dream. Shy. Timidly. But I dream.

Because as long as the dream lives, I live too 💫