Each of us has something that we hold dear, and each of us aspires to become something more than a face in a crowd. Some of us let these aspirations slowly die over time, ground down by the world. Others fight to make these a reality, but it often comes at a great personal cost.
Both of these paths have merit, and one is not better than the other. One person may have had to sacrifice their dreams in order to help another. Stability and security over the risk of failure. Another may have lived on the street, horning their craft, in the hope that one day they would make it. The dream of something better over comfort and conformity.
But there is another person. One who targets those who have achieved their dreams, in order to pull them down and justify their own path. This may not be done consciously, but be it out of malice or ignorance the outcome is the same. Life is not a game, and there are consequences for ones actions. Cause and effect is the rule not the exception.
The tragedy is that many will never see or understand the damage they have wrought because of their actions. They will continue plodding along, gently picking at people in the hopes of living a small portion of what they once desired at the expense of another.
But there are consequences….
To take away ones dreams is to take away their soul….
To take away ones soul is to take what burns brightest within us….
Without this spark, we plod on towards an inevitable end…
Bereft of Hope, Bereft of Dreams
