Once upon a time in a world far, far away there lived a tiny xylophone. His world was filled with many trees and special rocks. No one spoke and not a sound was made. Every day he woke and looked up through the trees to the bright blue sky. He hoped that one day he would find another tiny xylophone just like him. Days and weeks passed still no one came. The silence sat heavy upon his ears.
Early one morning a limb fell from the tall oak above him nearly hitting him. Angered by this sudden disruption the rocks gathered around the limb edging closer to tiny Xylo. Unable to move he tried desperately to make himself tinier than he could ever remember. Fearing he would be hurt by the rocks anger he kept very still. Barely breathing and hoping soon someone would come find him.
Days flowed into nights for Xylo. He watched closely as the rocks and fallen limb danced in confrontation. Unable to find an escape from them he decided to settle down and watch. The daily bickering created smaller lengths of wood from the limb. There was much chaos that created sounds that both repelled and drew him closer. Fearing he would be injured in the altercations Xylo hung back. The rocks continued their assault on the limb breaking more pieces and severing them into smaller pieces. As night grew dark Xylo fell sleepy, unable to keep his eyes open, sighing he settled into his corner.
The rocks drawing strength from their bravery advanced for a final battle hoping to push the limb completely out of their area. Xylo exhausted from fear closed his eyes and slept. The scuffling of the rocks lulled him deeper. Swaying with the noise he noticed a tiny tingling sound joining the scuffling. Unable to determine its origin, he slept on swaying to the rhythm of the sounds, heading into dreamland. He dreamt he was a mighty xylophone tall as the trees above him and solid as the rocks. He knew his destiny in the dream. Grasping for anything to make this dream real he determined that no longer would he be frightened by anything that surrounded him. He determined that when he woke up he would grow to be the best xylophone he could ever imagine and then some.
What dreams are you reluctant to grasp and live? Go out and exceed your expectations!