i dreamed a dream

"I dreamed a dream in time gone by
When hope was high and life worth living
I dreamed that love would never die
I dreamed that God would be forgiving

Then I was young and unafraid
And dreams were made and used and wasted
There was no ransom to be paid
No song unsung no wine untasted"

i so often feel ancient at the ripe old age of 24. i am young, but very afraid.

my dreams are often wasted because i'm too afraid to take the risks because risking means i may fail... it seems i'm still buying into the lie that failure is the end of the world. am i really willing to let opportunities pass me by just because i may fail?

am i already so jaded that i no longer believe that love can last? while my past hurts have a habit of creeping into focus at the most inopportune times, i refuse to let them govern me any longer.

i'm aiming to leave "no song unsung", so to speak... however, most wine can go untasted. i prefer Kopparberg pear cider. :)