Perhaps I haven't actually failed yet, perhaps I am still in the process of failing. When you get to a certain point in life, you start to realise all that has past, looks at others and sees their successes, recognises your own missed opportunities, start to have regrets that were never present when you were younger and comprehends that many dreams that are held in the heart will never, can never, actually be achieved. You asks yourself, for all that I have done, what have I actually DONE?! Maybe nothing. Perhaps that discerning moment is marriage, that willing loss of freedom that means you can't chase dreams in quite the same way, or fatherhood, that appreciation of your mortality that youth doesn't see, or perhaps it's just getting old, and understanding the pressure of passing time. So I thought about why we have dreams and why we often fail to realise them.
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