I have felt that i have been complaining too much,
that my heart is not settled in the things that have happened
I explore my heart.
I am surprised by what i find,
for there are a long series of failed dreams,
from the very big,
to the very simple.
There is nothing wrong with dreams not coming to pass.
There is something wrong with holding on to them.
I did enumerate them in my heart,
but they are too many to write down.
To hold on to something that is not possible,
is to become morose,
and even to a level of comatose.
To allow then to go is freeing,
and the possibility of new dreams.
I choose the later.