Dreams.

Don’t dwell on dreams, for if dreams die,
Life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly.

And from one of my older posts:
At one time, I used to say, “Dreams die but don’t kill.” I’ve realised now, that although dreams themselves aren’t harmful, the death of a dream can be sorrow enough to kill. I remember reading something in a Hindi story by Prembad. It was something like this, “No, Vani, you shouldn’t let any dream be more than life. If that dies, everything in you will die. Then, you will have to live like an empty container that will flow effortessly with the flow of time. It happens, Vani, there is nothing inside the body, and the body just floats more.” It makes me wonder whether I’ve let my dreams be more-than-life. And then I remember yet another saying, “remember that great love and great achievement include great risk.”
I do not want to be an empty container.