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Friday, August 19, 2011

Dreams

Dreams.  We all have them, dreams, hopes, aspirations; some we bring along with us as we approach adulthood.  They grow as we grow, some by small increments, some by leaps and bounds, but sometimes someone steps on them, smashing our castles around us and grinding them into the ground with their heels.  They know not what they do to each and everyone of us who silently weep amid the rubble.  So the choice now becomes-let them win by crushing our spirit, or become a stonger and better person in spite of their lack of vision. 

That what doesn't kill us makes us stonger.  I think most of us have heard this phrase, but what do you think of it?  Is it a 'kill' in the literal sense of the word?  Kill one's spirit?  Kill one's dreams?  How can a child make this determination, all they feel is as if their world has shrunk to the size of their parents heel.  The remnants lay broken and shattered across one's heart, small reminders of once grand dreams. 

So we grow, and the most painful memories get moved back into the corners as the room fills with new experiences.  They don't go away, the pain lessens a bit, and we move on with our lives and maybe some of the dreams change.   Maybe the opportunity presents itself somewhere along the path of life and we're able experience those hopes from our youth.  If we can but hold, never let those dreams die away, keep a tenacious grip on the strings that bind those aspirations to us, we will survive.   I believe these are the things that strengthen our character, the very things create the kind of person we grow to be.....and, just maybe relieves our children from having to experience  that particular cruelty.   Maybe the prospect of becoming a pilot, a singer of songs, or a dancer across the stage of life, will become a reality.  

Never stop dreaming, nor stiving to fulfill those visions that were such a life sustaining part of our childhood.  They stirred our souls as demons worked their dark magic trying to drain them from us; but we held.  This day we can stand proud, our heads held high, and know we have accomplished our goals.

1 comment:

  1. If you could see my tears you would know how deep you struck with your truth. I love you my dear dear friend.

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