Sunday, November 25, 2012

Dreams. Now, Goals.



Science likely can not determine exactly when a man progresses from young to old.

But, I can.

Based on my experience, at least.

One day, I had dreams: become Special Forces-qualified, gain a career with the CIA... save the world.

Fantasies of youth.

And then, the next day, dreams were replaced by goals.

These much more realistic in their attainability: a healthy retirement, a house, a dog; eventually, return to North Dakota.

Am I old? 

Old enough to value the pursuit of goals instead of dreams. 


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