Dkincaid

DREAM


A man lay on his bed at the end of his life. His dream came to pay his last respects and bid him farewell. And as it entered the room the man looked down in shame.

Why didnt you realize me? asked the dream.

Because I was afraid, the man said.

Afraid of what? asked the dream.

Afraid I would fail.

But havent you failed by not attempting to realise me?

Yes I have. said the man. But I always thought there was tomorrow.

You Fool! said the dream, Didnt it ever occur to you that theres only ever today? And now that deaths here, can you put it off until tomorrow?

No. said the man, a tear gently rolling down his cheek.

The dream was softer now. Because it knew that there were two types of pain. The pain of discipline and the pain of regret. And while discipline weighs ounces, the weight of regret is unbearable.

Then the dream leaned forward to gently wipe away the tear and said: You only had to take the first step. And I would have taken one to meet you. For the only thing that separated us was your belief that you couldnt have me. I yearned and longed for you to realise me during our short existence together!

And with that, they said goodbye and they both died

Mark Baker

Writing is a way to feed your Dreams.