An Idea

I BELIEVE IN YOU.
Is there an idea more sublime? Anyone who has ever felt down, lost or disheartened; anyone who has ever lost all hope and found themselves staring at a future devoid of even a single ray of light knows what I’m talking about. To find oneself on the edge, standing there, waiting for the wind to tip the balance in favour of an endless drop; to have closed your eyes and expelling the last gusts of wind from your lungs as you wait for the ground to punch your face and to hear those four words whispered in your ear.

SILENCE.

GASP.

AAARGH!

Like a new spirit born within you, a fire rekindled, you come alive once again. Like a drowning man who manages to just break the surface before the putrid air breaks his lungs. Its ecstasy. Its power. Its love. Its anger. And most of all its you as you were meant to be.

You scream as wings begin to erupt from your body, tearing you apart and pulling you out of a dive so low that you can taste the stony ground grazing you by, and with piercing cries and gushing tears you feel the last of your fears washing away.

You have been defeated and yet victory is yours. Your qualms and apprehensions that you so closely guarded, protected and used as shields against every failure have suddenly been crushed asunder and as its fragments fly past you and your vision opens up, you see the shadow of a giant of hulking mass and irrepressible energy.

It scares you at first, you don’t know what it is but as you follow the dark vision, hesitantly at first and surely towards the end, you find its source at your feet. With a chill down your spine you feel it now, of who you are and what you can be. You are no longer simply human, you are an idea, a vision and the thought that made it all possible does not belong to you. The whisperer is the dreamer and you are the dream and it is their strength that weaves through you, thread by thread transforming you from mere vision to solid reality.

That is the strength of belief, like the presence of an updraft below a failing kite that not only stops its descent but at the same time throws it back up into the blue, stretching its tensile string and eventually snapping it. Their faith makes you free and restores to you an identity you never knew existed. Who is to say then it ever did, maybe it is just you trying to live up to the vision but it does not matter. All that matters is what you have become, a symbol and beacon for someone else’s dreams. A responsibility to be shouldered without fail, to fulfill a hope and become better than you can ever be.