We said we'd never grow up and we'd never grow old; we'd never trust anyone over thirty. And now some of us have long since passed that tender age.
For this generation, more than any other in the twentieth century, the twenty-five years between youth and middle-age have been marked by unmet expectations. We found many of our dreams unreachable. Growing up has been less about realizing our dreams subject to reality. Now we plow through time, groping, learning, hurting, struggling, failing, and sometimes succeeding.
Perhaps disappointed dreams are our best opportunities to transfer hope to its rightful place. Heaven is where our biggest dreams belong. Realizing that can help us make it through the here and now without placing a burden on the present that it was never meant to bear. That's hope - realistic hope - which may yet serve to carry us through the rest of the journey.
Paula Rinehart
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