When young, you have the luxury of dreaming big because by this point, you’ve only had a small taste of life. Or a small taste of the hardships in life, that is. So your mind doesn’t dwell on fears, what ifs, when, how. All you know is the world somehow runs circles, and you sit comfortably in the center.
Life continues. You are married now, and soon you realize there is not room for two people in the center. There is actually not even room for one person, and never was, but you were unaware of that before. So you hold tight to those youthful dreams, and trust it will carry you through the bumpy travels.
Our dream started after we fell in love. That didn’t take long.
We drove around night after night on my weekend breaks from college.
See this quarter of land?
I see, I said, as we drove over the hill. It looked like any other piece of ground I’d seen before. Nothing spectacular.
But this how dreams are formed. When something ordinary becomes something extraordinary, because you’ve taken the time to see what’s really there.
Ah, now I see.
It wasn’t much later while dating that he proposed to me in this spot, overlooking the river hills.
So to see the land sold, to an older women with her own dreams, was disheartening.
It is hard to let go of a dream. A dream that has been a part of us since he got down on one knee, with the deer and cattle watching embedded in the river hills. If we lose our dreams, our hope, we’ll lose a part of us.
At the same time, it is incredibly refreshing to know this journey doesn’t stop here. Our dreams and our “us” can be redefined.
We must hold tight to our dreams.