Ideas bloom in dreams.
You know, this wasn't what I originally came to write about. I got here, opened the page to all this empty white and BANG, that's when I remember my dream. In it, I saw the way in which I had effected these individual lives. Thousands of little things I did and in this dream, I got to see the outcome of each, somehow all at once.
Here's the seed of thought that planted this idea in my head: before I die, whenever that will be, I just want to know that I've helped people. I don't necessarily mean helping people like donating blood or volunteering time to some worthwhile cause. Nothing that tangible. Though things of that nature certainly have their place, I mean the little stuff. The stuff that's so simple it's passed by if the time isn't taken to observe it. I want to know that I've made another person realize how incredible they are. All the little stuff like that. Just a tiny dream... it seemed like it was only a moment, but the emotion I felt in it was immense. So many events that all at one time couldn't have a voice of their own; so, instead, they manifested a feeling... a beautiful, warm feeling that bloomed from that very simple thought.
And the one thing I first came here to say: Sometimes it's so nice to hear that someone's thinking of you.