It feels as if many of my dreams are dying. They aren't just stalled or undernourished. They are dying agonizing, slow deaths that poison everything else, especially my hope for the future. It makes getting through the days much harder to see that many of the things I've dreamed about and worked for not coming any closer to reality.
What do you do when it comes time to let a dream go? DoI hang on in desperate hope the things will change? Do I simply let go and move on? Is it appropriate to grieve? Should I let go of all my dreams and stop hoping and wishing?
I don't know, but somehow, I've got to make peace with my dying dreams before everything turns bitter.