Reflecting on that, I realized how easy it is for dreams to diminish. One day you dream of dancing on Broadway and suddenly, you're trapped in years of school, with your nose smashed in a book, forgetting that you ever wanted to write your own book, let alone be on Broadway.
Why is this? Why is it that we let our dreams fall into oblivion?
I don't really have an answer other than life gets in the way. We are told that nobody makes it on Broadway and the writing will get you nowhere because nobody makes it as an author, either. And yet, we still have people who persist and succeed in their dreams: Tolkien, Gene Kelly, Molière, Emma Stone. I suppose we settle for lesser dreams, but watching that girl walk into her dance class, clad in her Nutcracker sweatshirt, I just prayed that her hopes and dreams forever continued to grow, that she never lost sight of her name in the program at the Lincoln Center, that she clung to her ballet dreams as much as she clung to her mother's hand.
Perhaps I should chase down some of my dreams.