
Where Dreams Go
I was prompted to write this based on a stray thought early one morning, well before the sun was coming up. Where do dreams go when their time is up? When they are left, unrealized? What shapes them going forward? Do they continue to exist, somewhere in the ether? How do they feel? Do they feel at all? Many of us know this touchpoint. It is filled with so many emotions, left for us to sort out ... hopefully, without self-recrimination, guilt, and a sense of lack. It's just life, after all.
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