When I was a kid one of my favorite things in the world was getting the new Sears ‘wish book’ catalog before Christmas. My uncle and I used to take turns circling all of the things we wanted as if they could be ours with the stroke of our colored pens.
Of course, it would have been impossible to get everything we wanted, but that didn’t stop us from wishing. The funny thing was, what we did get, we were thrilled with and what we didn’t get kind of didn’t matter because we were just happy to get some of the things we wanted.
I wish I could put my finger on when and why a person stops doing this.
Why they stop dreaming?
Why they stop believing?
Why they aren’t happy with what they have and instead focus on what they didn’t get out of life?
One thing I can tell you is this: When you stop dreaming, day by day, you stop living
My sister and I did this too. I am still waiting for the surrey with fringe on top that was in the Sears catalog one year. We had every good reason why we needed it, but no luck.
