“Hope deferred makes the heart sick, but desire fulfilled is a tree of life.”
My blogging friend, Slam Dunks, hit one out of the park with his latest post, “The Best that Never Was.” He writes about a well-known athlete, Marcus Dupree, who sustained an injury that ended his promising career in professional football.
Here’s one of my favorite parts, “Despite the disappointment, Marcus is thankful for the opportunities that he had, obviously wishes that things had gone differently, but is content with his current life.
That of a quiet existence away from the limelight.”
Oh how I wish I could be more like Marcus, I mused. So at peace with his lot in life.
Slam Dunks goes on to tell about his own deferred dream,
“The story got me thinking of my own life.
What dream for the future did I have as a child?
At what was I was going to be the greatest?
What dream went unfulfilled?”
He then asks readers to share their unfulfilled dreams.
After dabbing my eyes and choking down the lump in my throat, I left the following comment:
“My eyes got misty when I read your post. Boy can I relate with your account of a dream that never materialized.
Although you never found your heart’s desire, I can see you as a geologist of another sort. You turn over every rock as you search for solutions to solve missing persons mysteries. Maybe your hunting found its fulfillment among living treasures, those loved by family and friends and yet forgotten by the world.
My dream deferred was an arts and craft business that my sister and I spent 5 years building. We had to abandon ship when the income did not pay the bills. I think a part of me still wants to play in those waters.”
After thinking about Slam Dunk’s impacting post, I wonder how many of my readers can recall a deferred dream. I also want to ask when, if ever, is it too late to pursue that dream? I’d love to hear your thoughts.