The wind whistled sweetly as autumn shed its magic. Burnt leaves crushed underfoot as I trudged with thoughts on life with its many hopes unfulfilled.

Would we reach goals we set? Would life offer us dreams we work for, we live for, we crave for? Sometimes it felt like it was almost happening. Oh yes . . . Almost.

Can we imagine how it would be if all our dreams realize, if everything happened the way we want it to happen, if we reach goals as easily as breathing. Would we feel satisfied or would we soon hunger for another and another and another until our life is filled with “more” dreams to fulfill?

Life was meant to be lived to its fullest: breathe with contentment, love with passion, eat with moderation, create as if you were on your last breath and want to leave a legacy.

But don’t sit cursing the world around you. Asking the same questions everyone ask . . . why are good things not happening for me? Go out there and make them happen. It is okay to fail.

But it is not okay NOT TO TRY.