I was listenen to a song today, and the lyric, hold on tight to your dreams, jumped out to me. I'll be 76 shortly, and I ain't got no dreams left.
I live day to day, with a few plans down the road. Today I walked the path, worked out, ate catfish, bought some stuff to put in the side holders of my bird feeder, and hit the gym.
None of those things stack up as dreams, and there certainly ain't nothin to hold on to. So, just glad to still be alive!
Meanwhile, my planter is lovin the daily water, and is giving me presents in return.