But I only thought so far…

Having arrived at the destination, does the journey always seem more enjoyable?
I’m not sure if I’m alone in this regard. There must be countless people who have spent countless months to make that one thing happen. And countless years to make those many things happen. The sum of all that brings them to the life they have now. The life that was the dream. The new reality.
And the one question I imagine they all ask themselves is “Was it worth it?”. Maybe it was and maybe it wasn’t. The answer is not relevant.
What matters is that the dream is now a reality. And even though that sounds so good in the commercials, it is a little saddening. The dream is gone. The anticipation, the anxiety, the waiting, the hopelessness, the fear, the desperation, the challenge. All gone. And crazy as it may sound, I’m beginning to believe that I need those things to thrive. The past couple of months of normalcy after the storm did not bring about the feeling of exhilaration that I had always thought would be in store for me. I am bored now and need a new challenge. One that is worth the fight. One that is worth walking the edge.

It is disheartening when your dreams do not come true, but it’s downright torturous when you run out of dreams.