At some point I'll be forced to decide what my dreams are worth. What am I willing to give up to make it happen? How big do I let these impulses get before they torture me into taking action? And there's always this nagging feeling; If I wait too long, will the clock tick my dreams right out of reality?
These are the questions I want to explore through my entire life, for the long haul. I want to live so that every day creates more questions like these, and answers them all. I want to leave no "what if" unturned. If that's impossible, then I want to know there's no end to discovery.
These thoughts are coming to me in a time of change, there's a place of fear that holds all the possibilities in front of me. In the last few years I've walked towards more dreams than I ever have, some I didn't know I was dreaming of until I had the space to absorb. What I've learned is that it will never be enough, there's no satisfaction in realizing even the most outrageous goals, there's only motivation, elation, and desire for more. Now that I've dipped my toes I'll keep roaming, wandering, walking, and driving until I learn to fly. My life is meant to be an adventure, no more holding on for the ride, it's time to take the captain's chair.
... Will someone get me a pilot hat? I think I'd look real cute in one of those.
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| (Edit: I found an old fortune cookie I had saved while packing up to move. Dreams are something I've always found important, and will not ignore!) |
