Langston Said It Best...

What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore--
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over--
like a syrupy sweet? Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load. Or does it explode?

So what really does happen to a dream deferred? What exactly are you supposed to do when you find that the dream you should be living now is being lived by someone else? Sure, blessings come with patience, but you can't help but feeling that sense of that was supposed to be me. But alas, experience is the best teacher, and there is one lesson I must say that I have learned: Don't get mad, get better. Often those things that we ask for are sometimes things we find out later that after maturing that we really didn't want. Sometimes having to wait for a dream means appreciating it more when it comes true. It's easy to step into the tar pits of envy and disappointment, but if you stay there too long, you'll find yourself inevitably sucked down into them that you won't remember how you got there. And who knows? Why shouldn't I be happy for them? Maybe they wanted it more, or just wished upon more stars than I did. Let's not forget our favorite Disney heroine Mulan and her wise father's choice words: the flower that blooms in adversity is often the rarest and most beautiful of all. Looks like I'm going to have to pour a watering pail and stand in the sunlight for this one...