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Miles looked up at his father. "Did... I do
the right thing, sir? Last night?"

"Yes," said the count simply. "A right thing.
Perhaps not the best of all possible right things.
Three days from now you may think of a clever tactic,
but you were my man on the ground at the time. I try
not to second-guess my field commanders."

Miles' heart rose in his aching chest for the
first time since he'd left Kyril Island.

Miles and Aral Vorkosigan, _The Vor Game_
    I've reached out to other people.
    Now I need to reach myself.

    If I've seen or talked to you recently,
    know that I cared enough to do that,
    and that you do matter to me. But
    there needs to be a right me
    for you to matter to.

    I said something I needed to you,
    and the world did not end.
    Thank you for listening.
    Thank you for touching me.
Take a moment to remember WHY creating something
fills your soul or spirit.

-Marianne Mullen

    The entire point of dreams filled with trivia is:
    Hey! Your dreams are filled with trivia.
    Either wake up, or get new dreams.
It's not the writing part that's hard.
It's sitting down to write.

Stephen Pressfield, _The War of Art_

Originally posted on Dreamwidth as http://netpositive.dreamwidth.org/75691.html . Do comment either hither or yon, as you see fit.
(seem to be a) verb: grumbling
Soundtrack: Panic! at the Disco - Always
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Date:November 13th, 2012 02:32 am (UTC)
The best dreams have been shown to be impossible.
The good dreams were _almost_ in ones grasp, and then taken away.
The second best dreams were obtained, and yet found wanting.

After that, all the dreams were just of making it through another day. Dreams of being able to wait a while longer, long enough for things to change and the dreams one won and kept safe in ones back pocket became worth something; waiting for the people that blocked the dreams you almost had to become bored or merciful and let you cross those last few steps, waiting for physics (and law enforcement) to catch up to the fancies of your soul and let the impossible dreams take flight.

And time passes and the science forbidding impossible dreams becomes not theory but untouched dogma, the blockers grow in their strength and vigilance, and their malice grows as well - no longer content to prevent your entry into the better world you hoped to build they spend their days making sure you know it is "right there just over the horizon, but you will never see it". The dreams in you pocket even you realize has less value than 'confederate money', tiny dreams are so common as to not even have collectors value.

And yet still one knows in one's heart that dreams show one's true desires.
And then you realize you dream of nothing.
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