Old things have to die

Old things have to die.

This photo is from October, 2009. It’s me in a suit with a beard I had cultivated for 12-months.

I was proud of that beard and a tailor had personally tailored that suit to fit me perfectly.

I remember this photo well. I was standing on the edge of what I believed at the time would be the fulfilment of a lifelong dream.

I shaved off the beard a few months later.

I have never worn a suit again.

And the dream I once had was cruelly extinguished becoming nothing but embers.

But don’t cry for me.

For beards come and they grow.

Suits can always be retailored.

And a good dream maybe reduced to embers but it never dies.

Perhaps you feel like you’ve lost your dreams?

That the life you once wanted is no longer possible?

But none of this is true.

You’re just trying to wear an old suit that doesn’t fit anymore.

You’re staring at an old photo.

Wishing for that majestic old beard, rather than cultivating a new one.

The fire still burns though.

Way down deep the spark still lives.

It is time to dream again.

Of something old and something new.

Believe.

You are standing on the edge of another breakthrough.

G.x