Go after it, like the breath you’ve been given was created for it. That by this dream you would fulfill His purpose, for your beautiful existence.
If it beats wildly, consumes your dream space and heart space, chase it.
As we rounded the corner my eye’s fixated on the plump brown mass dashing across the winding road. Muscles tensed in preparation for the audible confirmation that my little mouse friend was no more. I’ve never understood why animals insist on crossing roads, don't they understand the tires are lethal? But, the road is paved - clear of any obstacles. Why not take the risk and avoid the longer route? Take the easy way, says the ego.