The old dreams were good dreams; they didn’t work out, but I’m glad I had them.
And, in the middle of each vision that came my way, disappointment hid in the background.
I’m guessing there was, and still is, a lesson to be learned, even some type of discovery.
That…has always left me second-guessing.
You know, was there some better way to handle a situation which I managed to keep overlooking or did predestination maintain rule over every stumbling step I attempted to make?
Yet, I held every idea close.
My hope was that, somehow, and in some way, a realization of what I mentally cherished might magically blossom.
That optimistic, and elusive, state of mind gave me reason for that word hope which encompasses a wish or a desire.
Just plain wanting something, anything, positive to happen. One must have hope, right? And with that bit of cockeyed optimism, one must dream.
Yes, yes, the old dreams were good dreams; they didn’t work out but I’m glad I had them.
From Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop….Two prompts in one: Write a blog post in exactly 12 lines and…Write a post that begins and ends with the same sentence.
