Construction site of your dreams

It makes me feel that we are all essentially the same.

I still have something to show you!

She enthusiastically trotted me into the empty bedroom of their still-empty residence and closed the sliding door behind us.

What do you see? I stare around the empty space for a bit, searching for what she is referring to.

My eye catches a sheet glued to the back of the door. A text. When I begin to read a little carefully (I feel like I'm inadvertently invading someone's privacy), it turns out to be a ‘self-image’. Clearly an exercise, an intention, from a course or track followed.

It paints an intimate picture about the dreams, the hopes, the person he or she wishes to be. And I totally feel it. Hope that moving to a new home has at least brought the person in question closer to that image.

It makes me quiet. It makes me feel that we are all essentially the same. Perhaps in other words, a different place, a different time. My daughter, meanwhile, studies my countenance. See, I knew it would be something for you, she says triumphantly.

And I know with all my body that they too are laying the building blocks for their dreams here.

Do you ever go on the construction site of your dreams?