She dreamt that it was springtime
When the flowers were in bloom
And after dusk and twilight
Stars were twinkling in the gloom
She dreamt of fragrant summers
And of evening walks with dad
She dreamt of apple blossom trees
And the sweetest fruits she’d had
She dreamt of seaside picnics
Of sea foam and white sand
She dreamt of golden meadows
And of holding Josh’s hand
She dreamt of being healthy
When she never got a cold
The illness got her body
But it could not get her soul
She dreamt of sleeping fitfully
Of pain-free peaceful nights
She dreamt she’d no longer be
Under the harsh hospital lights
When the person she’d been waiting for
At long last stood by her bed
He took her hand and smiled at her
And very calmly said
‘It’s time to send you home once more’
As he stroke her golden mane
She smiled at him and closed her eyes
And never woke again.
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We dream. Especially when we want it so bad. But sometimes the dreams are too far away and are just to far to reach.
Then this question of yours arises. Is dreaming about it enough? Or do you need to achieve it first to be happy?
My personal opinion is that working towards the dream is what really makes me happy.
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