Death of a dream

Yesterday one of my dreams died.  It was hard because it was an important dream, one that really kept me going. 

It was a challenging dream, one that stretched me and excited me. Yet in the end there seemed to be nothing I could do to keep the dream alive. 

I guess sometimes you have to get out of the dream and accept reality. Maybe that's what I did yesterday, but that doesn't make it any easier.

I've been lucky and have seen many of my dreams come true over my life so the death of one dream shouldn't be that important, but somehow I feel really empty now, perhaps because I don't have anything to replace it.

Life will go, and I will still be plenty busy, but somehow I feel much poorer for seeing this dream die.  I guess my sadness is a measure of the importance and effort that I put into the dream. 

Perhaps in being unable to make this dream happen, I feel like I have really let myself down at a time when perhaps my dream needed to be more important than my work.

My dream dying won't hurt others around me, because it was only my dream. In one sense never getting the dream to the stage of others accepting the challenges that the dream brought doomed it in spite of my best efforts.

I guess as I let the dream go, my sadness will eventually vanish.  Perhaps in time, I'll find another that excites me as much, but right now that seems a little too hopeful when I have just buried a favorite dream.

Comments

[Sean]

David--I appreciate your frankness and honesty in this post to your blog. I think there is something universal in what you say about your feelings regarding the death of your dream. Take care of yourself, take it easy and breathe deeply. Enjoy the view from your mountain too.