Well, what I thought was going to be a mjor crisis, has dwindled. The dream is alive. But who cares, because no one reads my entries, and my dreams are my own. On to the summer. Working as usual, but yet looking ahead to the big dream in the Fall. This time my dream has substance and not merely the past dream I have had.

Now alas, another major crisis. This one may be serious................

Hello darkness my old friend. I've come to talk to you again. Because a vision softly creeping, left it's seeds while I was sleeping. And the vision, that was planted in my brain still remains, within the sounds of silence. Fools, said I, you do notknow. Silence like a cancer grows. Hear my words that I might teach you. Take my arms that I ( Read more... )

It has been a long time. And a long journey. There have been many dreams, few realties. I am back, and the journey has been tedious. Rewards are the new dream, but they are still but a dream. And since no one ever reads these entries, my dreams are still but private dreams that I am keeping. The world is a cruel and harsh place. There are ( Read more... )

It is very difficult to leave the past. But the past too can be considered a dream. Once you wake up from the dream you can consider it the past. The new dreams we look forward to can then reshape our goals. My one dream, and it is an old one, still has not materialized. But I know that it will, with bigger and better outcomes than my dream ( Read more... )

Time passes. No one reads. I put my dreams into the journal, without outside visitation. Yet the dream will continue. The situation is status quo.

And so another year has come to pass. A new dream must now be formulated to welcome the new. Reflection is good for the past, only when it stays there....in the past. All the mistakes, blunders, and poor choices can now be safely cast aside. The New Year will bring new dreams, and accomplishments as well. To dream the new makes the old a thing ( Read more... )

And so back to the life of South Jersey. To dream a vision of a beautiful world is a difficult dream in the throws of such a dull place. The winter has given the dream a gray tone that can only foster dreariness. The snow will come soon and put new life for a brief respit. The pureness of snow is like the dream of life. AS a newborn. New snow ( Read more... )

Sometimes the light at the end of the tunnel flickers. Sometimes, it even temporarily goes out. My journey to the end of the tunnel at times seems fraught with obstacles and interference. It has indeed been a long journey. Almost there, but not quite. Oh yes, the dream goes on, but constant interruptions of awakening are so intrusive. Just ( Read more... )

Some things are so simple to understand, yet complex to explain. I look at life. I look at those around me. Ever changing. My father, who was constantly giving me advice when I did not want it, now becomes very intelligent, and his wisdom makes sense. My only regret is that he died, and I now regret that I consulted him as little as I did. ( Read more... )