Arthur RimbaudA thousand Dreams within me softly burn: From time to time my heart is like some oak Whose blood runs golden where a branch is torn.
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Some people say that dreams are useless. They think they are just fanciful daydreams, little pictures in the mind of an active dreamer. But if you believe that dreams are useless, then you have missed the greatest opportunity of your life. Dreams are not just pictures in the mind of someone who is asleep, they are what makes life worth living.
When you have a dream that has consumed your life, then you realize that your life can have real meaning. You have found something greater than yourself, something so great that it has taken over your whole being.
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