I was recently asked if I have any broken dreams. It is an interesting question to me. So I spent some time thinking about the dreams I have had in life and whether they ever evolved from fiction to fact.
Some of those dreams are kind of raw, there is a rough irritation to them, but that is really because I haven’t managed to turn them from fantasy into reality. And I find myself looking at them and trying to decide if they have passed the time in which I can live them.
At 35 it is unlikely that I am going to become a professional baseball player. I won’t play in the NBA or the NFL either. I have known for many years that this was the case. And I have known that sometimes it doesn’t matter how hard you work, if the talent is not there it is just not going to happen.
For the most part I have peacefully reconciled this and it doesn’t really bother me.
I dreamt about spending at least a year or two of my university life in Israel, but it never happened. There are a list of reasons why, but I am not in the mood to make excuses. Some things just are and that is all you have.
The real question is will I find myself engaging in bouts of melancholy thought about what could have been or will I view things from a different light. Some of my dreams are truly gone, the opportunity has passed, but there are others that can still be lived.
So instead of viewing them as broken dreams or lost opportunities I see them as challenges that I haven’t overcome yet. Spin the box and step outside, a little perspective goes a long way.
You are correct, many years left on this clock.
And you ARE only 35, man, don’t forget! 🙂