Dream
A man lay on his bed at the end of his life. His dream came to pay his last respects and bid him farewell. And as it entered the room the man looked down in shame.
“Why didn’t you realize me?” asked the dream.
“Because I was afraid,” the man said.
“Afraid of what?” asked the dream.
“Afraid I would fail.”
“But haven’t you failed by not attempting to realise me?”
“Yes I have.” said the man. But I always thought there was tomorrow.”
“You Fool!” said the dream, “Didn’t it ever occur to you that there’s only ever today? And now that death’s here, can you put it off until tomorrow?”
“No.” said the man, a tear gently rolling down his cheek.
The dream was softer now. Because it knew that there were two types of pain. The pain of discipline and the pain of regret. And while discipline weighs ounces, the weight of regret is unbearable.
Then the dream leaned forward to gently wipe away the tear and said: “You only had to take the first step. And I would have taken one to meet you. For the only thing that separated us was your belief that you couldn’t have me. I yearned and longed for you to realise me during our short existence together!”
And with that, they said goodbye and they both died…
Thanks for this. Noticed you put my poem here and happened upon this while browsing around. It’s an inspiration that I hadn’t read before.
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Ah! You mean The Gain Of Loss.
I like the last part where it says to “love grander with gain” and not “love less with loss.” It’s an inspiration. Which is what I hope this blog turns out to be.
February 29th, 2008 | #