Will We Ever Be Great Again?

I find myself reminiscent of the old days, the times of self discovery. I find myself buried in the memories of determination to conquer. The new frontiers that arrived and the opportunities that came with them. Times and seasons have flown by since the journey began and it seems the glorious vision of the end is beginning to fade, like it was never going to be. It seems the delusional state of the ambitious mind is becoming its poison. What made it beautiful to dream of the impossible is becoming the source of discouragement. I find myself in the pantheon of broken dreams. I find myself thinking, Will we ever be great again? AnjolaDave 2024