dreams die slowly, quietly worn away by the thousand things of everyday living. they are forgotten through the course of normal life, until one morning you wake and find you face the day with a little less hope for what the day will bring. a dream has died. like wild animals in gilded cages of our imaginations, dreams must be cared for. either you set them free to live, follow the dream, or one day they will escape, having gnawed through some weak spot in the place of our visions.
i have dreams. i would like some of them to become real, to become true parts of my life, but life often gets in the way. i often must put some on hold to follow others. i wonder, though, which of them i'd rather lose, the greatest or the least of them. sometimes it's a tough choice because the greater the dream, often the greater the sacrifice to achieve them. the greater the reward, the more heartache and sleepless nights to make them realized, but also, the less i am willing to let them go. which ones to lose then, if i had a choice? it's easy. if it involves my kids, i'll keep working towards it. everything else is expendable.
ghost
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