Have You Allowed Your Dream to Die?

Have You Allowed Your Dream to Die?

I have always wanted to fly . . .

I thought of, wanted to, made enquiries about joining the Air
Force after I left school, but it never came together.

Then this happened, and that happened, and it receded into the
dim and distant land of wishes and unfulfilled hopes.

Until -

10 months ago, I picked up a book at my brother-in-law's on
Paragliding. He's been hang-gliding for years, but somehow that
never really appealed to me.

But as I started paging through this book, I suddenly got back
all my yearnings and intense desires to soar like the birds.
Mechanical flight doesn't quite cut it for me, and I never
considered Gliding - thought it would cost too much. :o{

How many things in your life have you dismissed as unrealistic
and unreachable on the basis of "your thoughts" instead of doing
a little basic research?
(I will not divulge my shameful history! )

But here was what I had been looking for for so long. I could
feel myself floating along on the thermals under the wing - I
could taste the freedom.

As soon as I got back to my PC, I searched for Paragliding
schools in our vicinity, and found one not too far away that
offered a training course, etc.

Needless to say, the price of the course, apart from any
equipment, was totally beyond my reach at that time. I was
expecting some money to come in in about 3 months' time, so I
wisely decided to leave it till then.

But I unwisely - very foolishly - in fact, damned stupid of me
:o{ - put the book to one side, and didn't look at it again.

What happened? You guessed it - the money came . . . and went.

And before I realised what had happened, all the old familiar
excuses had been used to let another glorious opportunity pass
by unrealised.

I feel sick.

I can't even say I fell for the oldest trick in the book! (I
did it to myself)

When I got round to picking up the book again, my tattered
dreams fell out of the pages and fluttered to the floor.
(Poetic language? Not really, just trying to describe the
sickened feeling in my heart)

Now I have two choices:
a) Leave the pieces on the floor.
b) Start again from the beginning, and this time, make sure I
do it properly.

Dreams have to be watered, nurtured, weeded and cared for.

Or they shrivel up and die.

Before this happened, I knew why it was necessary to do this -
in my head.

Now I know in my heart - now I comprehend - now I understand.

And I realise that I have another chance to fulfill my dream.

And Lord help me if I blow it this time -

I will never forgive myself!