Breadcrumbs

Do you remember your dreams?

Not last night's, last week's, or even last year's.
Those ancient, first breath dreams.
The theme of your imaginative exploration in the time before words and before narrative. 
The things which you came into this world being excited by.
Passionate about.

Your youthful fantasies.
Your aspirations.
Visions of the future, from a time when the future was little more than a vague possibility shrouded in mystery. 
Do you remember the excitement of your earliest years?
The inspiration which captivated your attention, and kept you up at night, longing for the day when you would bring your aspirations to fruition.

That.
That is the nascent trail of breadcrumbs, left by your childhood self.
The trail which leads to your life's purpose. 
Follow the breadcrumbs, Beloved.

Come home to yourself. 
There's a world of wonder waiting for you.

I'll meet you there. -e