The victory sign.

The sinner’s path always leads him somewhere. But the path of the undecided must be a blurry, dusty horizon.

When do you know you made your dreams come true? When do you say to yourself: ok – now I can stop. And when do you know you’re too far from your dreams?

I reckon lately I felt one too many times far from achieving my dreams, and it hurt on the inside and made me be displeased with my own self, down to the back bone of my being. Tonight I decided, and this time for good, to change this. It only took a handshake. And it didn’t even happen with some important person (rather with a person that at some point held a position. A chair, to be more precise). But the thrills I got from knowing I did the right thing, I was in right place at the right moment… priceless! We’re all in for the tap on the back and the golden retirement watch, right? Why not confess to it.

What am I if not the dreams I set for myself? What am I if not the struggle itself to accomplish those dreams? Once again, I’ll dance to the music. Just go out there and dance. Something’s gotta give.
When will I know I hit the victory sign? I’ll probably be too busy celebrating that I won’t even notice I passed by it.

It’s a blurry path. Let there be light.

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