How we allow our dreams to die.

I read an interesting short story, it was about our dreams and how we kill our dreams.

The death of our dreams lies with certainties. Because we don't want to see life as a grand adventure, we begin to think of ourselves as wise, fair and correct in asking so little of life. We look beyond the walls of our day-to-day existence, and we hear the sounds of lances breaking, we smell the dust and the sweat, and we see the great defeats and the fire in the eyes of the warriors.

But we never see the delight, the immense delight in the hearts of those who are engaged in the battle. For them, neither victory nor defeat is important, what's important is only that they are fighting the good fight.