VALUE of DREAMS in this TIME OF PLAGUE

“The only way to keep your health 
is to eat what you don’t want, 
drink what you don’t like, 
and do what you’d rather not.”

- Mark Twain

Ghost of Mark Twain rambling by 
in this Time of Plague.

I have always believed, 

and I still believe, 

that whatever good or bad fortune 

may come our way,

 we can always give it meaning 

and transform it 

into something of value.

Old Thoreau keeps telling me 

“The cost of a thing is the amount of what I will call life 

which is required to be exchanged for it, immediately or in the long run.” 

Now as much as it galls me, I reckon I believe that.

Which means the cost of a lot of folks' dreams are darn high.  

I wonder if those dreams' value turns out to be worth it.

It galls me even more that I agreed with that scoundrel, Freud, when he wrote:

 “It is impossible to escape the impression that people commonly use false standards of measurement 

that they seek power, success and wealth for themselves and admire them in others, 

and that they underestimate what is of true value in life.” 

Personally, I believe ...

it is in the heart that true value lies ...

 a loving heart is riches, and riches enough, ... 

without it, intellect is poverty and wealth but rags.

 One values a thing when one can’t attain it ...

which could explain I suppose why folks value their dreams so.

WHAT DO YOU THINK, 

PILGRIMS?