Tempus Fugit

My dad left this world more than 2 years ago. With his passing he also left too many unrealized dreams. Here’s a picture of one. Hanging from the ceiling in his mostly unused patio are two speaker wires. The plan. Hang some outdoor speakers. The dream. Relax on a cool summers’ eve, drink in hand, not a care in the world as Bob Dylan serenades you into the starry night. But you did have cares dad. Too many to bare.

When we are young we are mostly made up of hopes and dreams. Then we grow up and life tends to kick the shit out of you. It becomes infinitely harder to chase your dreams. You get use to the reality that life is now about surviving from one day to the next. The hope fors and wishes become empty vessels that haunt you from time to time.

But through the chaos of it all we must fiercely hold on to our dreams. They compel us forward. They give us that burst of energy in the dark of life. It’s our dreams that keep us alive. So whatever it is you dream, DO NOT LET GO. Maybe that’s the secret. We most certainly won’t reach all our dreams., that was never the purpose of this life, but we should continue to pursue them nonetheless. I may never surf that wave, but I’m still going to the beach every chance I get.

Dad, I’m sorry you never listened to that Dylan song in the patio. I don’t pretend to know the forces that stopped you. But I do know you carry on. I know you still have dreams. Chase em dad.

“🎵 I’m sailing away my own true love, I’m sailing away in the morning… 🎵”