It is never really the big dreams that are the hardest to keep sight of.
It is the smaller dream. The one that every now and then you come close to truly holding in your hand that are sometimes the toughest ones to fight for.
One moment you look and the path to its full realization is in view, and in the moment it takes to breathe it is gone.
The small dreams are the closest dreams. The ones you can almost reach out and touch. The easiest ones to pour your entire heart and soul into - and yet - the dreams that when gone, crush you the deepest.
It is easy to abandon the small dreams. The ones you get a taste of. The ones you can see right in front of you.
To keep the large dreams out beyond the Now means as much as you pour into them, there is also the knowledge that they are so far out that the setbacks do not crush you, only motivate you to try another avenue.
Its the smaller dreams that when crushed make you wonder if the grander dreams are possible. That if these small things - so imbedded in your heart - are crushed one after another after another how will it be possible for even greater to come.
At what point do you finally abandon what is in your heart? What is that last crushing blow?
