It’s not often I remember my dreams, but last night I had a really beautifully symbolic one.
There was this race to find a lost treasure through rough terrain, and Johan and I were partnered up. Instead of taking the flatter route everyone else was taking, we took a shortcut, which ultimately had more hills. This route took us to finding a lost treasure, but not the one we were supposed to be finding. We helped each other to the top of this cliff and we looked out, and it felt like we were on the top of the world. Whether or not the treasure we found was worth anything, it felt infinitely more valuable, like we couldn’t put a price tag on it. And isn’t that what love is about? Relationships can be hard, especially long distance ones… but some day (and it doesn’t matter how long it takes) the top of the mountain is reached, and it’s all worth it.