What do you dream?

What are your deepest desires?

What's your greatest fear?

When you leave this place, when you make your exit... what mark do you want to leave?

Me? I want to paint this world.

I want to paint this world the color of love.

That when I leave this place, this globe will glow in a new hue.

Something warmer. Something softer. Something brighter.

I want to paint in the color of love.

Why have we forgotten?

Why have we forgotten our nature?

Every acorn contains an oak tree within.

Heck, even dogs remember how to leave their damn mark.

And yet we forget.

What if your desire was your destiny?

The atlas, the map, the compass pointing to your destination that was knit in your mother's womb?

What would it feel like to awaken?

To remember?

To dream again...

To dream something... of wonder...