The plain of unfinished dreams

plain of unfinished dreams

He looked across the plain and saw dreams scattered everywhere – scraps of paper, aging buildings, candy wrappers, flowers planted in rows – all of them dreams, executed in varying degrees of completion.

“Pick one up.”

“Which one?”

“I don’t care – any of them. Pick one up.”

He picked one up and examined it, turning it in his hands.

“I remember this dream! Or – no, I don’t remember this dream at all. I was thinking of another one.”

“What do you think of this one?”

“It’s not bad. It looks promising. It’s –”

“Why did you pause? What’s wrong with it?”

“Well, it’s not finished.”

“Why don’t you finish it?”

“It might not be as good as it could have been.”

“Is it as good as it could be now?”

“Of course not.”

“So you could only make it better if you finished your dream now.”

“Hmph. You have a point.”

“It’s the entire point.”