Have you ever awakened in the morning thinking “I had a dream last night but I just can’t remember it”.  Your mind is saying this because there is something about that dream that you want to remember but at that waking moment it just doesn’t come to mind.  Later in the day bits and pieces of the dream may come back, the entirety of the dream may come back or it may never come to mind again.  A recent conversation made me remember, that I’d had a dream that I just couldn’t recall it.  The prospect of that makes me sad.

I do recall that I wasn’t always so cynical, I wasn’t always so doubtful, I wasn’t always so weary.  I do recall that I was at one time hopeful, energetic, ready to smile, ready to laugh out loud and ready to roll at a moment’s notice. Chalk those things up to youth, chalk them up to not having experienced too many hard knocks.  However, once the hard knocks started coming, it seemed as if each knock got harder and louder until they eventually broke the door of my soul.  When my soul got knocked down, the dream got knocked down as well and as of this date, as far as I’m concerned, the dream whatever it was is dead and I’m ready to give it a proper burial.  RIP.

Am I sad about this death? Yes I am, but only a little bit.  As I see it, every day that the Creator awakens me right in the mind and the body, I have an opportunity to dream a new dream. I have an opportunity to not only dream it, but to actually live it.  The error of my previous ways was to allow missteps, mistakes, mis-cues, misguidance and other misses get in the way of my purpose.  I’m fully aware that there will always be bumps in the road and bad news in my ear and in front of my eyes, but allowing those things to knock down my soul is simply not an option.  This could be my last chance, it could be yours too.

RIP – Ed McMahon, Farrah Fawcett, Michael Jackson, Karl Malden, Billy Mays, Steve McNair, fallen solidiers and all of those that we have loved and lost in our lives.