“It’s never too late to be who you might have been.”
This quote has been sitting in my quote book for awhile. In its eleven short words, it speaks to me louder than my downstairs neighbors inconsiderate music volume. My thoughts are sometimes plagued by the paths I never chose; the chances I never took; the opportunities I passed up.
Growing up, I always wanted to be one thing. There was no doubt about it; it had been something I had been so sure of—an unquestionable destiny. That’s the thing about dreams when you are little…every single one seems possible, probable, and true.
You grow up, and you learn about logic; you study probability in school, learn how to be disciplined and practical. You let go of some of those dreams you once had, abandoning things that seem out of reach. Although we are taught that we can be anything we want to be, we look at the world around us as evidence that we can’t. We learn that dreams are for dreaming.
Today, I’ve decided to reclaim my dreams. Life is too short to let go.