The Dream

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This is a question we once answered with great deal of enthusiasm when we were little. I remember wanting to be everything from an Olympic gymnast, ballet dancer, nun, and truck driver as most kids do at that age. Then we grow up. Life happens, we lose our enthusiasm and trade our dreams for something called 'reality'.

Recently, I ran across an article about a lady who strikes up a conversation with another passenger on a plane. She tells him of how she wanted to be an actress but decided to follow the plan her parents laid out for her. After calculating probabilities, cost, and time, she opted to settle for a nice dependable job. It is now twenty or so years later. The story ended with her tearfully telling the stranger not a day goes by that she does not wish for an opportunity to be the actress she set out to be. If she could do it again, she would not 'calculate' herself out of living her dream.

I have several questions for you:

What did you want to be when you grew up?
What are you doing now?
What happened along the way?
And finally, what would it take to get you where you want to be and would you if you had the opportunity?

Feel free to send me your answers. All replies will go into a drawing and each month, one person will be chosen to receive their choice of membership in Her Startup at 50%, a $25 Kiva gift certificate, or a one-year gift subscription to Pink Magazine.

Meanwhile, a friend has given me permission to share this with you. May it motivate and encourage you along which ever path you take.
Khrys
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The Dream
by Mark Baker

A man lay on his bed at the end of his life waiting to die.
His dream came to pay his last respects and bid farewell to the man who had never used it.
As it entered the room the man looked down in shame.

"Why did you not realise me?" the dream asked.
"Because I was afraid," the man said.
"Afraid of what," said the dream.
"I was afraid I would fail."
"But haven't you failed by not attempting to use me?".
"Yes I did, but I always thought there would be tomorrow."
"You Fool!" said the dream" Did it never occur to you that there was only ever today? The moment that you are in right now?
Do you think that now that death is here that you can put it off until tomorrow?".
"No." said the man, a tear gently rolling down his cheek.
The dream was softer now, because it knew that there were two types of pain, the pain of discipline and the pain of regret, and while discipline weighs ounces, regret weighs weighs pounds.
Then the dream leaned forward to gently wipe away the tear and said, "You need only have taken the first step and I would have taken one to meet you, for the only thing that ever separated us was the belief in your mind that you couldn't have me".

Then they said goodbye and they both died.

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