Dreams Left Behind

Good Morning

At least 5” in diameter the tightly wound heavy roll of papers originally a hew of blue now yellowed on the edges and aged from the years of storage, holds within designs of a dream not finished, but for fate and time, having to be left behind like so much excess baggage on a wagon train.  So much passion, thought, planning, time and anticipation of living in the home are wrapped up in the pages destine likely now never to leave its two-dimensional existence.

How long do we hold onto a dream that cannot come true?  What is it that is the final trigger that lets us… let go, that point when we have to face our own mortality and in doing so realize that there is just not enough time for this particular dream to happen and even if it did, we probably would not be around very long to enjoy it.

It is part of the process of aging, growth in wisdom and acceptance of a life reality.  Just one of the exercises we must all do along the way to realizing that we cannot do it all… no matter how much we try.  There will always be something left behind… it is unavoidable if we have dreamed at all.

I think the saddest thing would be to not have the unfinished dreams to leave behind.  I believe it is far better to have had too many, than too few and have lived in a quagmire of uncertainty, plodding through each day without the desire for tomorrows dreams fulfilled.

That said, it is still difficult to let go of something that represents “what could have been” and the  “joy that could have been”.  Unrequited dreams just like unrequited love, can last for a lifetime and wishfulness lives in us all, to the end of our days.

The only solution was to give it to a friend, and in doing so being able to hold on to the possibility that it could come true at the very least for someone else to enjoy.  In that way the dream is not completely lost and the effort not lost in vain.  There is peace in the process fulfilled by sharing of the dream.

Dream lots of dreams so you have some left behind to give away.

Love, Dad

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