“I have spread my dreams beneath your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.”
I have been thinking about dreams a lot lately, dreams, and goals, and plans, and the future in general. My own and other people’s. Life’s work and life’s worth.
Can your dreams ever be just too big for you to ever grow into, too big for you to ever achieve? Does there come a time when you need to take a look at your big dreams and trim them a little so that they may actually be attainable? Or, are there ways that you can still go about reaching these dreams with the biggest question of all actually being how to figure out what it is you need to do differently?
It seems that when achieving a dream becomes so much of a priority, so much of a preoccupation, that not being able to reach it causes you to become aggravated or frustrated, something has simply got to give. But, what?
I can’t help but think that while patience may be a virtue, it is also the destroyer of dreams.