Dreams rarely disappear with much fanfare. There usually isn’t a day when we announce, “Well, that’s the end of that.”
They just get moved down the list.
Life is pretty good at filling a list. There is always something that needs fixing, paying for, picking up, dropping off, or figuring out before Thursday.
Maybe that’s why “someday” is such a dangerous word. It sounds like a date on the calendar, but it doesn’t actually appear on one.
I don’t think the answer is to ignore everything else and run off chasing whatever we dreamed about when we were twelve.
I just think every once in a while it’s worth remembering what we once thought might be possible.