“Live the dream”, she would say. I do. I did. And I like to think that somehow, in between wakefulness and dreamland, life is real. Why am I remembering? Why the sudden recall? Or is this one of those moments that makes one wander far beyond, going far off to a place of childhood dreams? I really don’t know. We used to walk and talk, and dream about big things that only the young would think of and I suddenly pictured her smiling face, creating a sense of sudden longing. Memories sometimes have that power to make one lonely and alone.
I would have liked to share that I’ve through a phase in my life full of so much pain. But I can hear her voice saying, “Life is never perfect”. And she would understand. And I would tell her that I am brave enough to face it all.
Rather than ‘live the dream’, I would urge people to actually live the life they have, and to make the best of every day. If they can combine both, then so much the better.
Best wishes, Pete.
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I agree Pete. What she meant probably was to go and fulfill your dream then live it.
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Inspiring friends are so important. I bet you equally blessed her life, Arlene.
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I hope did, we were friends since my college days. She got married too and migrated but we see each other when she comes home.
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A moving tribute to that friend.
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Thanks Elizabeth 🙂
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Me too.
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Thanks Julie 🙂
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