Lately it seems that some of my never ending dreams come to a rapid stop.
Be aware of not building a log cabin in Canada and live there in example. But why is that? Reality for sure kicks you in the butt some times - but is it normal to stop dreams being there just to escape the everyday madness? I've learned, that i can do anything, if i just get my ass up and start doing it.
Dissassembling an engine, renew it and put it back together = check
Same with a gearbox = check
Renewing our old House from 1938 alone = check
Becoming some important guy because working hard for 10+ years = check
Travelling to Canada = check
About my son i've written enough. He's all i could have wished for.
I'm a bit afraid, that i just lose my dreams, if i stay together with my wife. At some point i will surely have let all of them passed by and the kids will be grown up, we both will be old and there will be silence.
Her head facing the tablet. My eyes searching for her contact, but just wonder around on cold ignorance. My questions stay unanswered and my visibility vanishes while i fall to dust.
Taking a dreams and puzzling myself together after an everyday rejection, eating them up to fix myself. I just took this as strength until now, but i realise how i miss them.
This is just a bad year.
Be well all.