Remembering your dreams
Do you remember your dreams? Unfortunately, I don't. Someone just recently asked me what dreams do I hold that I want to make reality or what dreams that you had that you wanted to make real. I wasn't sure what to say at the moment other than remembered I hoped I wouldn't become my mother, who didn't find happiness until her sixties. Dreams and hopes and wishes have changed for me so much over the years. I remember one time I wanted to be a doctor, then a radio producer, then a wall street hot shot. Then nothing after that. I do have one which is to travel, see Paris, and Rome and London, and New York, like everyone else, maybe even see China or Japan. That one I am working up to gradually. But when my friend asked me what was my biggest dream, I was ashamed to tell him what it was: to fall in love again and get married and build a life with the intentioned Mr. Right. Why was I ashamed? Well, my friend is a marriage atheist, one of these men who believe love an...