Aside from the droll play on words in the title…
When you have a dream there are two legitimate responses, pursue it or let it go.
Letting go of a dream is not the failure we suppose it is. I let go of the dream of being an artist. I let go of the dream of being an actor. I don’t feel a lot of anguish over either decision.
I couldn’t let go of the dream of a small farm. John Seymour will be my patron saint for a while.
There’s only one dream that can hurt and that is the dream you can’t let go but don’t pursue. That dream becomes a corrosive yardstick against which your reality is constantly measured and constantly found lacking. It slowly leaches the color out of your world.
So I bought the farm. I bought the farm knowing full well that I was looking through rose colored glasses. I superimposed a 1950s americana propaganda film clip over every fault and fissure and I’m okay with that. I know this dream may fail – in fact that’s the strangest thing about this whole adventure, where I would usually shy away from the possibility of failure I have absolutely no fear. If in two years, or five years, or ten we move on I will do so gladly because at least I have tried.
Having tried, I am at peace with the outcome.