“It’s the possibility of having a dream come true that makes life interesting.”
— Paulo Coelho
When dreams come true I imagine fireworks and tears of joy and some kid with a huge grin on her face.
This, of course, is after the dream was created, given permission to exist, and realized.
But what about those dreams that are still bottled up inside of a child (or worse: an adult) that were never given permission to come out and play?