The Stuff of Dreams

Living the dream is not the stuff of dreams. Grounded, unrelenting effort applied at every turn. Deliberate even in rest and pause. Wanting something bad enough so that all outer obstacles and inner demons are worth confronting.
We weep only should the dream remain a dream. Fleshed out in the complexities of lived life, such visions no doubt lose some luster. We slog as much as we float. But drudgery, fear and difficulties are nothing compared to the slow death promised to those who dream without living.