I used to live in dreams. The world was wide open in those days, and a thousand glorious futures spread out before me. Oh, the romance I used to foresee; the triumphs, the friendships, the exotic destinations.
The future always seems so much more pedestrian up close. Ordinary and faded and banal. Which is to be expected; dreams, like movies, are necessarily idealized.
Have you ever had a dream that was not only fulfilled, but which exceeded your imagination of it? Have you ever had an experience that felt more wonderful, more fated and magical in it’s fruition than it ever did in your mind?