Without a chance to become so, a dream will always remain a dream.
Growing up I saw many close friends and relatives spend their time dreaming about something/s, it rarely happened. Analyzing their behaviors, it became apparent to me most of them never attempted to make their dream/s happen; They were satisfied with the dream.
I must confess, in the late 70’s, just out of high school, while going to college, I was a fly fishing addict (my dad is responsible for that addiction). Every summer was spent thumbing through every western state, Canada, and Alaska, fishing any river that looked like it could be or I had heard was good fishing. Worked the midnight shift building L1011’s for Lockheed to finance college, my wrestling, and summer fishing addictions. Never regretted the loss of sleep or mediocre grades.
When I discovered big game hunting in August 1984, I quit coaching HS wrestling, it conflicted with my new found passion. After finishing my commitment for the following school year, moved to Idaho to spend more time hunting and fishing. Financially, definitely not the best decision. I have never regretted making my adventures happen, the good and bad and/or the easy and hard ones.
Dreams become reality, thus memories, when one makes them so. Yes, there are obstacles, often presented by others, though more often they are one’s owns self-imposed parameters or limits. The journey create memories, regardless of the dream being achieved. Often, the attempt or journey becomes more fulfilling and/or memorable than ones dream when it is achieved. Most important, one must do what is needed for their dreams to have a chance of becoming reality.
Ones life, as well as ones memories, mostly consist of what you do…..or don’t do. At minimum, when you are old and broken, be able to say to yourself, I tried to make it so…..and often did.