Wednesday, February 25, 2009
that hope that rope
I guess when it comes down to it, when all is said and done, we want to be able to look back on a life filled with dreams. I used to think those dreams had to become manifested in real life, but I was mistaken. I was mistaken because our dreams need to be right where they are, some of them anyway. For example, I dream of simply walking on the grounds of Augusta National. I dream of walking on the property; breathing the air from the trees and flowers that are all over the place where history has been made. To play the course would be far too much for me to handle. Given the chance however, I would most definately make that round of golf the longest ever played in recorded history. What is your dream? I think, when all is said and done, we need dreams to be dreams. We need to have that hope that rope to hang on to even when we know holding that rope only prevents us from the fall of reality. This is humanity at its finest. LLc 98.2
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