What the few have, the many want. Boys yearning to be the men their ambitions tell them to be, girls…just being girls. The world still doesn’t move in one direction or another because we want it to. Dreams still don’t come true just because we’ve dreamt them.
Truth is: these dreams are hardly loyal. They are ever-so-ready to forsake us if we neglect to nurture them, protect them. They will leave us. Unless we tend to them with care and devotion. As with most beautiful things, they enjoy being temperamental and rash. And erratic. Even exuberant. Our dreams can get by without us, but we can’t bear living without them. And the price we pay to keep them with us lies in our effort, our toil.
Flowers need water, women attention and dreams doing. None of the former stay for long without the latter.