When you set the ultimate goals and plans for your life, it's like planning a fabulous trip to Italy.
You buy a bunch of guidebooks and make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum, the Michelangeo David. It's all very excititng.
After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says "Welcome to Holland."
"Holland?" you say. "What do you mean Holland? I signed up and planned my whole life for Italy. I'm suppose to be in Italy! All my life I've dreamt of going to Italy!"
But there's been a change in the flight plan. They've landed in Holland and you must stay.
The important thing is they haven't taken you to a horrible place. It's just a different place. So you must go out and buy new guidebooks. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you may have never met.
It's just a different place. It's slower paced then Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you've been there for a while, and you catch your breath, you look around and begin to notice that Holland has windmills, Holland has tulips, Holland even has Rembrandt.
But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy. And they're bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life you will say, "Yes, that's where I was suppose to go. That's what I had planned."
The pain of that will never, never, go away, because the loss of that dream is a very significant loss. But if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things about Holland. Author Unknown
The image is mine, taken on April 26, 2011 in Longwood Gardens. It was a beautiful day!!