Many life-altering decisions to make, and I feel incapable of making them well. This seems to be the point in life where I have to choose which dreams I allow the possibility of life, and which I abandon and leave for dead.
I suppose there isn't any way to keep the heart from being torn a bit, in the midst of the choosing... no matter which way you choose, you lose something, you gain something; you can't look back. I wish it could be different. There are so many dreams I wanted to keep...
There are many things I can't express right now. Others have already said it better than I. Tonight I find myself alone, with a question burning in my mind...
Langston Hughes
A Dream Deferred
What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore--
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over--
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?
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Are you coming for the 4th? If so, you have a reading requirement. The Stranger by Albert Camus. This will be a topic of discussion for the day!!!
Love the Hughes, but. . . real dreams don't explode. They find their way to the surface in surprising ways I think and they help us rid ourselves of the parts of us that are obstacles to those dreams.
A real dream is not a mirage, nor an impossibility I think, because it is the expression of things within us that are real and good.
Dream on and do.
brd
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