A Marrakech tale: or a philosophical recipe for making dreams come true

Dear friends,

No one told me that this Marrakech dream of mine would take so long and would cost so much. 
No, no one told me that I would spend my days hoping but my nights worrying.
That along the way that there would be casualties.  That there would be feelings hurt, relationships ruined, workers let go, and bank accounts depleted. 
That there would be moments of panic, sheer panic.  The kind that's left me gasping for air and grasping for money. 

No.  No one told me. 

But I've figured something out. 
Making dreams come true isn't about brilliance.  (After all, the world is filled with brilliant people who sit in cubicles year after year.)   
Making dreams come true is only about two things:
    *the willingness to risk  (Will you risk leaping into the unknown in pursuit of your dream?)
    *the strength to persevere (Will you continue to believe - in the face of all obstacles - that your dream is worthy?)

Because it always seems impossible....until it's done.  

Or at least that's what I whisper to myself, each and every day.  And today, that's what I whisper to you, too.

With love,
Maryam in Marrakech