What I'm getting at is how I am watching how everything comes and goes in seasons. And I'm feeling like now is a good season. Good things and tough things mix together to make you wiser and grateful for the things you have and the places you've made it out of. I'm guilty of days where I've woken up and already wished it was time to get back into bed. I wish I didn't sound like a survivor to be honest. I mean, I would like to survive, but to sparkle would be nice. Then again, maybe my eyes are not opening wide enough, watching closely enough when my reflection is brightly bouncing on car window panes and store fronts as I'm carrying by. 

There's so much light here, in New York. 

"One word that struck a chord is “dream.” A Latin American writer has said that people have two eyes: one of flesh and another of glass. With the eye of flesh, we see what is before us and with the eye of glass, we see what we dream of. It’s nice, no? In the objectivity of life, the capacity of dreaming has to enter in. A young person who is not capable of dreaming is cloistered in himself, he’s closed in on himself. Sure, a person sometimes dreams of things that are never going to happen. But dream them. Desire them. Seek the horizon. Open yourselves to great things.

I’m not sure if in Cuba they use this word, but in Argentina, we say, Don’t be wimpy. Open yourselves and dream. Dream that the world with you can be different. Dream that if you give the best of yourself, you are going to help this world be different. Don’t forget. Dream. If you get carried away and dream too much and life cuts you off, don’t worry. Dream and share your dreams. Speak about the great things that you want, because inasmuch as your capacity to dream is greater, when life leaves you only half way, you will have gone farther. So, first dream."

—Pope Francis during his meeting with the youth in Havana on Sunday, September 20, 2015.