The year of a thousand dreams
Dear Friend,
The other night I got to hang out with an old friend of mine I hadn't seen in about a year. We used to be in a band together way back when but of course that was then and this is now. Each of us has our respective lives and families but we still get together once in a while. And it's like a time machine when we do. A flood of old, funny and pleasant memories come rushing back. I can honestly say we've never had anything but fun with him and his family. But as the evening wears on and the wife and kids go off into their respective quiet corners to chat and play, our conversations turned to where we are in life. He has a nice life. A nice family, a nice house and several nice cars. He is contented and satisfied with his life. But he admits there is much more he'd like to do but "those are only dreams". At age 50 his life seems, well for lack of a better term: over. Now I gave my usual rah rah pep talk but what it boils down to is this: you can lead a horse to water but...
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