When you're a kid you believe in stories about magical places, men in red outfits with bags of presents, fairies that grant wishes.
The wonderment that's created around 'something that someone else dreamt up' has taken us on journeys through wardrobes into snow covered landscapes with wicked queens, across rainbows to meet scarecrows and men made of tin, they've made us cry by killing off cute rabbits and deer and made us laugh by bringing toys, pets and puppets to life.
The main thing was that we believed, believed it was real, believed in fairy stories and believed that no matter what happened it would be okay in the end, the hero would alway win.
If we can put all our faith and hope into someone else's dreams why not put it into your own.
Be the hero of your own story.
If you could write a story about yourself and your own dream but in this particular chapter right now you'd lost your way, how would you continue the story?
Would you carry on deeper into the dark, scary forest that you know won't lead anywhere, or would you take another path where you know you might encounter the odd troll, but you'll overcome them and get nearer to your dream ending, whatever that may be.
I know what story I'd rather read.
If this dream isn't quite working out it's fine, dream another dream, re-write the ending, but don't lose sight of you - after all it's not the story we believe in, it's the hero - always.
In the words of one of the greatest storytellers - you're never too old to set another goal or to dream a new dream - C.S. Lewis