We grow great by dreams.
All big men are dreamers.
They see things in the soft haze of a spring day
or in the red fire of a long winter's evening.
Some of us let these great dreams die,
but others nourish and protect them; nurse them through bad days
till they bring them to the sunshine and light
which comes always to those
who sincerely hope that their dreams will come true.
Thus wrote one of the finest presidents of the USA - Woodrow Wilson
The demoninlove has reflected on this and thinks (maybe).....
Perhaps some of us are not destined for greatness, because
we let our dreams die.........
Perhaps some of us are not destined for greatness, because
we let other's dreams die ............
And perhaps some of us are not destined for greatness, because
we love those who let us kill our dreams ...........
Or perhaps some of us are not destined for greatness, because
we love those who themselves kill our dreams ...........
So why do dreams not come true, even for those who
sincerely hope their dreams will come true one day ???