There’s nothing like a bit of nostalgia to calm a restless heart. Going back to where it all started, where dreams were first planted in one’s soul, and after being carefully nurtured over the years, some blossomed into beautiful trees, trees that would provide shade and shelter to the people around one; whilst other dreams just wilted and faded away. Perhaps it was meant to be this way. Perhaps going back to where it all started is what one needs to start again – to replant those dreams that have failed, to nurture them and see where it takes one. It’s not too late; it can’t be too late if one is still alive. And while one is at it, I suppose there is nothing to stop one from planting new dreams – dreams that heretofore seemed impossible, but with time and experience, have become possible.
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