After a while, it starts to wear on a soul.
But there are the glimpses. The glimpses of glory. And the reminders of how far I have already come.
And a realization that things seem to work out the way they're supposed to, even if a few of my perfectly-constructed popsicle stick dream homes are destroyed in the process of reality. Because I didn't really want them, did I? When it comes down to it, they are not what I truly want.
Dream on, but don't imagine they'll all come true.
When will you realize . . . Vienna waits for you?