When dreams are lost

..then what is left?

I've come to realise that much of what ails me stems from broken or lost dreams, hopes and aspirations that weren't to be.. For an idealist and dreamer like me it makes a whole lot of sense that this would hurt, and it truly is painful when some wonderful idea bursts. I've done much thinking over the last months, and some things are starting to shift into place, or at least settle down enough for me to get, if not a hold, then at least a good, long look at them.

We're talking the big ones here. Who I am, what I want, what I can give, what's important, who are important. I have no answers yet, but one tiny step at a time I inch forward.