tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38849125.post3486585427615201031..comments2012-01-11T17:23:26.786-08:00Dorien/Rogerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02368404433503621343noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38849125.post-45116849395316805842012-01-11T17:19:51.522-08:002012-01-11T17:19:51.522-08:00We make our dreams come true through our writing. Those are the ones we have control over and can make in our image.<br /><br />As for the rest, I don&#39;t believe any of us are truly disappointments to our parents. We only disappoint ourselves. Fortunately, I&#39;ve moved past that. Well, mostly. Now I just worry about disappointing my guy.Kage Alanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00862202554700556478noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38849125.post-13497128848484367832012-01-11T16:24:10.194-08:002012-01-11T16:24:10.194-08:00Forgive me, Dorien. I&#39;ve been SO far behind on blog reading and even writing on my own blog.<br /><br />This is such an interesting post, and I can relate. And, I, too can&#39;t even begin to attribute my inferiority to my parents.<br /><br />But when you suggested dreams being an impetus---because they most often can&#39;t be attained (well, MY big,huge fantasies could not be anyway), I wonder if that&#39;s not a clue to it. <br /><br />No way to ever know, I suppose.<br /><br />Enjoyed this post.C. Zampahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08907314323318638669noreply@blogger.com