A toast to all those who have been lost, forging after their dreams, before life stepped in, turned worlds upside down. Let’s allow a moment of silence, for so much unrealized potential. Waking up one day, only to discover, you never meant, to end up how you are. You are not the person, you planned to be all along. It all snuck away from you, flittered away in the wind, now lost in a forgotten pit somewhere. These are things to grieve. Is it wisdom or innocence, which is better of the two? “Silly whimsical dreams" are let go, for the life, which you have created, special in its own way, in reality’s way. People working to the bone, to get the things they have. Oh the things we are taught, growing up, chasing the American dream. There is so much collateral damage, never accounted for, wondering what might have been, is no use. Most likely sacrifices were made, due to necessity, responsibilities came along. Age is a sneaky little thing. Make amends with the past, cut it all loose. What was meant to be, brought you to this very point. So ashes to ashes, dust to dust. We only get one life. Repent for transgressions, then try to find your real self. I must warn you it’s a heart wrenching, nasty business, an arctic blast, which hits you full force. It humbles you, teaches you to count your blessings. It’s all you can do. Love, is all that matters in the end. The twinkle in your eyes, may be different, but there are still many smiles to be had. Sometimes there will be bittersweet tears. No life is not sunshine, roses, or a fairy tale. Its damage control, with joy weaved through it.
~~Michelle Lee Gagnon~~