My friend: I got sidetracked back then. I wish I hadn’t.
Me: Wishing gets us nowhere.
My friend: So true. But that doesn’t mean we have to stop dreaming.
What if all your dreams came true?
What if everything you wanted materialized, mesmerized, made a debut?
Would you hold it, cherish and consume it?
And then what would be left to do, to have, to crave?
Would you be comfortable in your satisfied silence?
You greedy bastard.
Dreams, those dancing fantasies we think we leave on the pillow, the ones we shed in our childhood, those we have traded for traditional roles, even those defiled with honorable intention are always within us, stirring, waiting, willing.