Today I am feeling sad for a good friend who has had to put her dreams away for another day. The road to fruition of the sweetest dreams is often sharp and craggy, full of nasty potholes that seem to spit endless stones up into the faces of those who travel upon it. I cannot say it is a test of faith or a forced lesson in perseverance, because it sounds almost trite to say it, though a little faith and a pound of toughness will surely help. There are tears, tears of anger, frustration, and sorrow. But may they serve to wash away all that is bad and negative. It is the tears that quench our thirsty souls and give us renewed strength to plod forward. Forward we must go. The dream is waiting.
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