Only hold fast what you have until I come.-Revelation 2:25,ESV
What is that one thing, that single thread we hold in our hearts? It must be beautiful, or precious, or valuable, so much that we still tuck it inside. It must be so painful to take it away, because the last time we did, we spent sleepless night crying about it for our foolish decision of letting someone ruin it. And not a lot of people know about it, either, in fear or despair of making it seem ridiculous when in our head, it seems like the master plan: it has no beginning, no end, and the blueprints are so perfect, even cavemen can read it.
And when we do, we only get a high dose of vocal scorn, with people thinking, "That plan is ridiculous!", or "You're too fat" or "You're not beautiful" or "You're too dumb" to keep going with that. The only thing we will surely face is heartbreak, and not of the good kind! Yeah, it doesn't seem sane dreaming big or going home. Not if breaking hearts is proven among many people, because some take a sick and twisted delight in doing that.
There is so much to do, yet so little time. We have only one life to spare, and we cannot waste it in shameful frivolousness. There are too many broken hearts, too many painful memories, too many frustrated dreams people have turned to dust and sliced open into a thin thread.
But hold on to that dream.
Hold on to that hope.
Hold on to that future.
Because sooner or later, it is coming. And when it comes, we will smile even wider than before.