Dreamworld

The joy of youth and the fallability of humanity; our ability to dream, to believe that anything is possible.

For the majority of people, time erodes their fantasies (and the crawling nature of time makes it almost acceptable). For an unselected few, life just snatches them away. We all regret our actions or inaction at various points in our life but at least that can be founded on autonomous control. It's hard to imagine, for all those unaffected, how it must feel to be powerless, for out hopes to be not simply 'slipping away' but 'gone.' And gone for good.

Perhaps the closest imitation, for the majority, is a sudden realisation that what we once thought possible is no longer, but as long as we have our faculties about us, belief persists. Usually, such recognition will occur later in life once our story book is pretty much complete. Imagine being in your teens or twenties and with grand designs on your future and have that dismissed by circumstance?

Whether we achieve our aims and realise our dreams or not (and often actually getting to the goal is not nearly as gratifying as getting there), we all deserve the chance to do so. That's liberty. That's freedom. To lose the chance, that's a nightmare.