We are nothing more than
The failed courage of our parents.
What parents secretly or openly! aspire to is what we, the children are.
We as children are the realisations of our parent’s dreams.
Children are living manifest materialised dreams.
Dreams are more fully expressed than genes. They bounce down through the generations like clockwork. Genes only sprout randomly, skip generations entirely.
Even as parents we don’t know what our dreams are or were even if they are staring at us in the achievements of our children.
Our children can have no regard for what we may interpret as our dreams. It is of no account!
They have risen, have taken off, are in flight. Up, up and away and bye bye!
I am a child of my parents and a parent of my children now, both manifesting my parent’s dreams and having my dreams manifest by my children. I am succeeding where my parents failed and my children are succeeding where I failed.
I am the meat in the sandwich of a dream passage, miracle flick passes you don’t even register.
Great game.