There are places where dreams go to die.
Sometimes it is a warehouse without any windows, sometimes it’s a tiny cubicle among a hundred other tiny cubicles, but, for the most part, dreams die in boxes.
“That dream won’t get you anywhere, pack it away and get a real job!”
“Why don’t you do something with your life?”
It’s not the job that kills the dream, it’s the box. Dreams need air, and sunlight and water.
McDaniel has been taking care of his dream for 97 years. It’s planted in the sun, he water it every day and any time a bug tries to eat a piece of it he kills the bug and throws it away.
Some would say that McDaniel is a failure. Sure, he’s done alright. He’s never starved, and the people who know him generally like him. But the sad truth is that McDaniel’s dream is only 6 inches tall.
“Sure,” says McDaniel with a toothless grin, “but it’s alive.”
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Dumbest Blog Ever 
6 inches? Wait, what are we talking about again here?
The beginning about dreams and warehouses/cubicles was pretty profound. And sad. Very sad.
Use your imagination! Thanks, I appreciate that.
I like McDaniels. I can relate to him.
It was the toothless part, wasn’t it?
How did you know?
Can’t tell. Trade Secret.
Oh! I might trade secrets. Mine aren’t very interesting, though.
Young men see visions, old men dream dreams. Acts 2:17
(I’ve sat here for 1/2 an hour trying to think of something sensible or helpful to say – all pretty much to no avail. But don’t let the dreams fade even if they get put in a box…)
That seems like a pretty sensible thing to say. I think your half an hour was successful.
I had a dream when I was a boy. I don’t have it anymore but it didn’t die. My parents said it went to live on a farm and it’s very happy.
Your parents sound like very kind and thoughtful people. In lieu of your dream perhaps you would be interested in some of the ocean front property I’m selling in Arizona?
If your dream dies, don’t worry. You’ll get a new one the next night.
Good point.
It’s better to be 6 inches tall and alive than to be 6 feet tall and dead.
This isn’t dumb This is inspirational
Stay well and Laugh when you can
Thanks!
Six inches, as they sat, is better than being slapped in the face by something cold and wilted.
That’s a good motto. I might put it on a T-shirt.
Clearly it is ‘say’ and not ‘sat’, but you can have that (10% of any profits though!).
Got it!