Thinuil's Dream

Writing makes the daydream in my mind real. ⚜ Fiction or not, it is on you to decide. ❇

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utrecht, the netherlands ⋅ ph. utrechtalive 

[throughwinterfields]

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[rainie-is-seasonchange]

Beaver supermoon.

(November 15, 2024)

[sweetd3lights]

[uroko]

Daniel Řeřicha

[the-wolf-and-moon]

Within the LMC Galaxy

[daily-spooky]

[leech-mother]

[sexandconsciousness]

Simply that.

[xanaxfarts]

[chuwenjie]

ghost rain

[resqectable]

“And sometimes I have kept my feelings to myself, because I could find no language to describe them in.”

— Jane Austen

[cats-on-cocaine]

[gomcgill]

Your future begins with your next thought. — Bryant McGill

[thinuilsdream]

Imagine

Who do you want to be? What do you need to believe in order to have the life you want? Who do you need to be to live out your dreams?

Can you imagine the kind of life you desire - REALLY IMAGINE IT, without holding back the sheer foce of your powers of creativity? You were gifted with the power to imagine. If you can dream it, you can create it. If you can envision it, you can have it.

Your imagination is the key to manifesting the life you desire.

Spend time DAYDREAMING, fashioning a vision board to help you see your goals or meditating. Allow the power of your creativity to deliver images of what feeds your soul.

Then allow your FEELINGS to mingle with your inspirations, and imagine these things being REAL right now.

Then repeat.

What you imagine will become your BELIEVE and soon you will see these things come to pass in the outer world.

As if by MAGIC.

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Färgelanda

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[thinuilsdream]

The Skyscraper

They were standing on the top of the skyscraper looking down on the city and enjoying the clouds that passed by still high above them. There was silence between them and you could hear the light whistling of the wind. While he was standing there savoring the feeling of nearly being able to touch the sky, she was lost in her thoughts. Remembering the past year she felt grateful for the path she had walked and for the new experiences she had made, even when some things didn’t go like she wanted. She was grateful for the woman she had become.

“You changed me!” she declared suddenly, breaking the silence. He looked at her, “No, I did not!” he exclaimed. She looked at him questioning eyes and he continued, “You were the one to change yourself. You yourself. You saw the possibilities you have. The many directions you could go. It was you who chose. If you wouldn’t want to change, no one would have the least chance to change you. And while I was simply accompanied you on your way, leaving to you the choice of change or not, deep down long ago your heart already longed for it, screamed for that change. That kind of change that would bring you to the real you.”

And while he looked up to a cloud he said, “I did nothing. The you right now is your work, your creation. You chose the direction and you chose your actions. You decided to listen to your souls calling complying with its continuous desire for change. Allowing yourself to find on the way who you truly are.” He looked her in the eyes while she listened attentively “I did nothing. You did it all. Your life is your responsibility and no one can ever decide or change it for you.”

And with a smile he told her “You changed yourself.”