We so often buy into a dream. Into an ideal.
We buy into how we think things could be, should be, ought to be.
We buy into saving the planet, saving souls, saving money.
We buy into personal growth, business success, better relationships.
We buy into altruistic plans and selfish desires.
And everything in between.
Buying in is very different from simply imagining, planning or intending.
Buying in gives up the here and now for them dream.
We invest our future into the dream.
And we make the ideal our expected reality.
The longer it goes on, the more committed we become.
And the less likely we are to question our alignment.
What happens when the path takes a different direction?
Naturally we mourn the future that we’d projected our hearts into.
It’s okay to grieve. Necessary even.
Part of the process of reclaiming the dispersed parts.
To return to here and now.
To accept all of what is.
Including the loss.
Including the grief.
Including all the thoughts and feelings.
Including the what-I-do-next.
All of it.
Even the dream is included, tattered though it is.
And that’s the trouble with dreams.