Dreams

“The only dreams that come true are the ones that change every day.” This mantra I have lived by for two decades is still full of meaning for me. I was thinking about dreams lately, what they're made of, how we create them, pursue them, and sometimes get defeated by them . . . The only thing worse, I think, than failing to reach a dream is not having one in the first place.

What if, upon birth, everyone was assigned a dream? A fixed goal that you either achieved or didn't. If it didn't suit you, or if life didn't provide the tools you'd need to reach it, too bad. Perhaps the most wonderful thing about dreams is their flexibility. Because we create them, we can change them. We don't remain the same, we grow and change, see new horizons, identify new walls that need climbing . . . so should our dreams change as well.

It's taken me most of my life thus far to get on a path where I am comfortable with the progress of dreams, where I can see some as achieved and others as in progress. Most wonderful of all, though, is that there are always more to come, some I'm sure I can't even imagine. Who could have guessed that in my forties I would fall in love with martial arts? When we are open to possibilities, all things become possible.