Every dream yearns for a why.

A passion facing an immovable obstacle. One we absolutely must conquer. Like in someone special is waiting. Pumping fire into every inch of brawn. Quickening imagination for the challenge.

Whether we’re into easy. Maybe. Or impossible.

Reliable to a heartbeat.

As we observe our alter ego returning from a climbing expedition only to get hosed by a thunderstorm. Trapped by the river where a week ago you abseiled a trail.

Shaking spray from your brow.

Here.

Right now.

Your mind is aroar.

Considering that river... the snake... a sneaky python of oh well... they're not meant for me... maybe I can do without... notorious for rebuffing dreams. Let alone solo efforts.

However close we might be to enjoying our spot on the map.

How long has it been?

Mind all fuzzy.

Eyes crusty.

Yet imagination digs up defiance on call.

So you write yourself a little card.

I am gonna do it.

I will reach the other side.

Satisfied for believing in your growing imagination.

Next morning you’re up. Growling like a badger stirred under a poncho.

Dew dripping on your sleeping bag... you sense something has changed. But it's not the python. As you sip a brew of warmheartedness... pumping your courage... testing knuckle skin in a ball.

Buzzing of cicadas.

Swirling dust.

Gurgling by the river telegrams of a snake intimidating your must.

You reach for the card.

I am gonna do it.

I will reach the other side.

Soothing temples for a moment. Pondering how the signal to go searching brought you here today. Defiant imagination is evolving a vision.

Awakening intuition.

Giving it everything you've got. Plus a bit more.

Then letting go.

Trusting the mechanics of Higher Power for bringing you home.

The sky is burnished in pink. A bat goes stealthing by right where you think.

Greeting the stars you zip yourself in.

Hyena yowl. Jackal cry. Swishing by... that flock of fowl are teasing the other side yet again. Hey! Keep heart. Survivor of another night manifesting your true.

Yawning... aching... reaching for the card. Like a hardwood log resisting the fire's crackling.

I am gonna do it.

I will reach the other side.

Half unzipped you roll into a day squishing your elbows on pebbles of iron. Smoky ends gnawing at the log. Suckling squish of eddies broadcasting the might of the river.

Darn!

How long yet?

Sometimes a perfect idea is a mirage in the dust.

But lanterns of why are painting a lighthouse for your lust.

Venturing a yard in morning light. Closer to the snake.

Whispering aloud.

I am gonna do it.

I will reach the other side.

From a jar of crackpot soothing your feet.

When suddenly... silence ruptures in crashes of action.

Splash!

Boom!

Belloooow!

What the heck?

Like a mini Tunguska event a pair of horny beasts flatten the reeds all about you. Hoofing rumps up the bank. Snorting a glance at any naysayers. Trees quivering where they divebombed a way.

Armoured in mud defying the snake.

Calmly to go grazing.

After all... what better attitude for a fifteen hundred pounder... if deemed unwelcome in the herd?

Having ideas vibrating dust from a forehead. Parched in Africa heat... yet operative. Outlier as opportunity may be... your mind recognizes the gift. Because you’ve been preparing. Asking. Reading your card every day while pumping the meaning in a fist. Until the words found a way to shape your beliefs in the subconscious. Fuelling emotion for your actions.

Could I get those beefy suckers on my side?

Maybe they’d give me a ride.

Naaah... your mind chatters. Dangerous. Lone ranging Cape Buffalo are dark-tempered grunts of resistance.

But... because you've been pumping the card... you're ready! So “autosuggestion” leaps to buffer any retreat to camp. Spectering the impossible if. How. Dreaded maybe. Knowing ideas are divine letters from another place. Often semi-developed. After all... how well are you connected through all the static? Hold faith to master the challenge like a clay artist on a roll.

Clutching a hunch this is your moment.

Riding a buffalo is no eight-second rodeo. Never mind taming the snake on one!

Then what to do?

We can't exactly invent grazing on yonder side. Prompting the beasts to swim a return. Tails aloft.

Hey wait a minute... tails?

Could I get those fat faces to tow me?

Aha!

My climbing ropes! Each about fifty paces long. Elastic yet capable of hoisting a buffalo.

Oh boy... this is gonna be a ride.

Get your hands dirty in the mud to fashion a snare. Baking the rope in mid air. Let's hitch a beast in places they stampede the feast. One hoof dragging a noose extended all the way to camp.

Where you've been ogling danger from a distance.

Backpack on. Time crawls as you cling to the plan. Until the grazing is no longer compatible with your mindset... this side of the banks. Heads rise. Suspicious mighty hooves go lumbering into riverine glades. Slithering. Squelching. Pumping mud to swashbuckle a true believer this morning.

Rope into harness.

Ready!

But wait... are they tanking up? Six gallons is a lot of mojo to slurp aboard.

Just as the rope stirs.

Quivers.

Slam!

Crashing above the gurgling.

Game on!

Lurching you onward. Upward. Horns aloft. Bosses spattered in dare the beasts are attacking the hurdle. Your time is now... buffalo skidder! Slithering boots on mud as you bounce your bum on snakeskin. Glimpsing your engines up ahead right by a yawning crocodile.

Churn.

Bellow.

Mooooove.

Unbothered by a champion clutching a goal at their stern.

You savour a last view of the churning river of a builder. A maker. Unleashing your dream.

Yeah!

This is it.

After all those affirmations. Fist pumps. Suggestions. Alone keeping a mission for company. Here grinning at the beasts thundering into the bank. Skidding on your boots in golden light.

Your intuition slackens the belay device.

Rope slithering behind a pair of beefy bums thundering a new horizon on your behalf. Rustling the reeds up-up-beyond into the joy of an inventor. Building a mindset of purpose.

Chosen in a moment.

Your card is floating in gratitude. Squelching from your boots to a smile from someone truly worthwhile.

I am gonna do it.

I will reach the other side.