Younger our dreams, our hopes were right there in front of us,
Like breath on a cold, still January morning hanging silently. We could almost reach out and touch them.
Forever charging up the hill without hesitation, fearlessly, recklessly chasing those precious dreams of ours.
Always seeing ourselves in the top spot, never second or third.
What happened to all of that anyway?
Standing here now our dreams as if a kite on a taught thin string, feeling the pull.
Letting loose our grasp we become part of the great social injustice of ‘settling’. Now feeling but a half-step ahead of winter, our dreams fluttering to the ground.
Quiet thoughts of our greatness used to consume us, they were us.
Lately things are somehow different. Life is endlessly getting in the way.
But, what of that dream of ours?
You know, that special dream we keep down in the quiet. The one we dare but whisper.
It’s that dream for which we shall always carry a corner of hope till sliding in sideways at the last second to our grave.
Just the thought of it still tingles.
But life slowly grinds our dreams away, us away, making a joke of our promises.
“Hold on,” we quietly scream, “if it were so easy we would have gotten it done – right?”
But, maybe we just didn’t quite know how; how to do it, how to make it all fit.
Now we carefully define, refine our reasons, our excuses for letting go.
Well I say to you this; “I don’t believe it and I never will.”
Unfortunately, it doesn’t really matter what I believe, does it.
It only matters what story we tell ourselves.
And if we don’t think we can – we won’t.
So what of that dream of ours?
Now very softly I say this, “Make no mistake. That dream of yours, oh it will get done alright, but unfortunately by someone else. Someone else will be living your dream, wearing your smiles, as the littlest of yellow butterflies swoop, then glide.”
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The best of us was always our hopes and dreams, so calm your ass down and keep going!
