If you are old enough you will recognize the title as words to a Bert Barack song from my youth.
Which just about sums up what I have been thinking lately. Dreams unconsummated give us hope. A friend of mine once said that I was afraid to do "something", I forget what now, because I was afraid I would fail. Of course I was afraid of failing who doesn't? Years later, these words went around in my head the night I sat up thinking about whether to open the wool shop. No one embarks on a journey with the expectation of failure. At least that's what I convinced myself at around 3 am. So, I opened the store. It was not to be and seven years later I closed in ignominious failure. That was five years ago and yes, it still smarts like a hang nail.
Unfortunately, that has affected my ability to act on another dream. Dreams are like secrets. We hold them tightly, we are selective about who we share them with and we savour their unlimited possibilities. Do I really WANT to know whether it's possible? That is the question. Will I be happier dreaming? Probably, maybe.....damn I just don't know. If I decide to act I don't know where to start. That means I would have to share my dream with another being...hmmmm
The picture has nothing to do with said dream. I just like it.