There may come a time in life when we are urged to surrender a cherished dream or fantasy.   It's called "moving on."    


She sat in front of her computer and paused to think.  A myriad of ideas were floating  in her head waiting to be summoned for her disposal.  She had a grasp of what it was she wished to put in words . . . and yet . . . she hesitated.  This was the moment of truth.  Putting her feelings on paper felt as if she were chiseling them in stone; once written they could never be taken back.  

The years had been full of surprises and challenge.  Her life had not been dull.  Her friends called her a "survivor" and often sought her advice and compassion in times of trouble.  She was intellectually alive, an incurable romantic, very creative, idealistic, and possessed tremendous intensity and passion.  Her standards were high and she refused to compromise her integrity.  She felt quite alone at times.  

A first child achiever, she always tried to do her best and could not remember a time when she didn't rise to the occasion.  No, she was definitely not a "quitter"; at least not until now.  Was she really going to give up her cherished dream?  As far as she could remember, it was believing in her dream that gave her strength in life, especially when times were difficult. 

An inner dialogue began.  There were valid questions that needed to be addressed.  Each offered insight to help her resolve her dilemma.  She listened carefully.

"When is the right time to abandon your cherished dream or fantasy?   How do you make the distinction as to when to let go and when to hold on?  Do you blame fate or lack of faith for the inability to persevere?  And if it is it time to finally let go are you able to reach the conclusion that it's not because it isn't possible - it's just not written in your destiny"?

Not absolutely convinced, she chose what she deemed to be the most logical explanation.  She decided that destiny was the culprit.  It may even be responsible for this moment in time.  She slowly positioned her fingers on the keys of her word processor and began to type: 

"True, we all have free will (to some extent) to co-create our lives with a higher power.   But, this same higher source may not have ordained your destiny the way you wish it to be.  So, no matter how much you cry out:  "Please" . . . it may just never happen.  If it was a strong motivator for you throughout life, be thankful that you believed in the fantasy for the time you did."

"This rationale was a fair compromise",  she thought.  It still left a hint of hope that her destiny might eventually 'catch up' with her fantasy.  Inwardly she vowed never to completely abandon her dream although she was now ready to move on and accept other possibilities.  

The realization had a liberating yet painful effect. She had unleashed a great deal of energy within her psyche but felt threatened by the vast void.  

She then typed:  "Time is the healer" . . . time is the healer."