For many years I dreamed of something remarkable and precious.
It existed and was attainable, but hidden from view, like some rare flower in the deepest jungle.
If I journeyed far enough and battled fiercely, I could have this thing and the joy that comes with having it.
Many people have this dream and it leads them into forms of destruction that are too many to count.
Fortunately the Lord chose to steer me away from these things and allowed me to continue dreaming.

After many years I found nothing of significance or value in the world and reached the limit of my strength.
I began to see the world not as a rich forest but as a stark desert.

There was no reason to continue.

I wanted to stop breathing.

Today my dream came to an end.
There is nothing exotic hidden in a forest.
There is no vague secret that will bring you joy when you find it.
The precious and remarkable thing in my life is a woman and she is reading this letter and she is you.