The smallprint in dreams

Just when you think you've got your equilibrium sorted, somehow or rather, something, somewhere, comes dashing in to upset everything.

And all you can do is watch helplessly as the glass castle you painstakingly built comes crumbling down.

With tears trailing their way down your chin, you try so hard to salvage whats left, picking up the broken pieces, and cut yourself in the process.

Pick up the broken pieces, or sweep it all away?

Start anew. Build something else, something you won't be as passionate about, but sturdier. Something not so much what you want and hoped for, but less fragile.

Dreams...

The older you get the more you realise that things aren't always what you expect them to be. You may have your ideals, you may have your dreams. But have you read the smallprint in dreams?

Dreams... Ideals... they're just that. You can work and strive towards them, but sometimes they remain just that. Aim high, stretch yourself hard enough, but most times you end up grasping at nothing. Reality bites. It has sharp fangs, too.

Change is the only constant.

But what is permanence in this world? What is time? What is it's purpose and it's meaning? What, who, determines my future?

What can you do? What will you do?

How do you hold on, when there is nothing in you except the Will which says "Hold on"?

I seek not for things I have once sought after, and I pursue not that same dreams and goals of what I used to chase after. And that pile of broken dreams and wishes lay abandoned at the corner of the heart.