The thing about chasing dreams is that you have to chase them.
In hot pursuit. Like a cop after a bad guy.
You’ve got to run with all your might to keep them in sight. Even then, they can take a sudden turn down an unexpected alley and, for a moment, you’ve lost them.
They knock you down again and again.
You stand there, sweating and panting, shaking your head because you know they just slipped through your fingers. Every muscle in you aches and you wish you’d been more in shape or better prepared…somehow.
None of us can predict the course our dreams will run.
In the end, it’s up to us to make the choice.
Give it up and call for back-up.
Or keep running.
Me, I’d invest in a good pair of running shoes.