The Breaking Point

That moment.

The one that we all dread.

The moment when we realize that our dreams are only just a dream, and that is all that they will ever be.

We find ourselves lost, if only temporarily, because we understand that we must let go of our dreams. Even, if we don't want to let them go.

We tend to wait it out, see if something will give us hope once again, but typically, nothing does.

So, we try to let go. And sometimes, we fail, epically, but we still try.

I've had many of these breaking points in my life, such as now.

I realize that this dream, that I have clutched for so long, is only a dream.

A fabrication of my imagination, that longs for something more.

For what, I do not know. But, something.

So, even though I would love to let it go, forever, there is something, that continues to bind me to my dream.

Sometimes, I wish that some magical pair of scissors will fall from the sky, and cut the thread that attaches me to my impossible dream.

But, it never happens.

I have come to realize, that time is the equivalent to the magical scissors.

Time is what continues on, never ceasing for you to fix mistakes.

Time is what will eventually cut that thread that binds me to pain.

The pain of knowing that my dream, is only a dream.