From the mid-1980s to the early 1990s, one of my dreams was to spend a year living on a houseboat in a canal in England. It’s not that I was seduced by the supposed romance of it all. I just felt that I need change of scenery, a change of place, a change to my lifestyle. Living on a narrow boat moored in an English waterway, trying to make my living by my keyboard, seemed to offer all of that.
That dream never came true. For a variety of reasons. But I don’t view that as a disappointment or a failure. I don’t wonder What if … I understand that not all dreams come true. Many of them can’t.
Dreams are important, though. They offer more than a momentary escape from our sometimes drab and dull lives. They offer us something to strive for. They offer us a little better or a little different than what we have. They offer a glimpse into who we are and what’s important to us.