What can I say we’re grown and the reality of life tries to chokes our plans goals, and most times we just let it ride us, until we’re beaten without resolve.
Like the child in the story, he didn’t really care whether the aircraft could hear him or not, he just believed and that made him scream like his life depended on it as he waved.
Sometimes we need to bring out that child inside and just believe without doubting, regardless of what life throws at us, we keep screaming at the top of our lungs. Our minds conceiving only one thing, the pictures of where we want to be. Allowing it to drive us as we continue to scream relentlessly with renewed zeal and strength, until we’ve come to the end of everything we’ve seen in our hearts and conceived in our minds.