She asked me whether I had an alternative dream. To replace the dream that was broken. I found this fascinating, as I had never looked at it this way. I put so much of myself into the dream that when it broke, I thought my world had ended.
But life doesn’t end just because dreams ended. Otherwise, we’d never hear the stuff of inspirational stories and pop-psychology-self-help books. Otherwise, we’d never get the chance to prove that we are stronger than what we believe. Otherwise, we’d never be able to learn and to grow.
Thank you, for telling me that I can still dream.