It may sound silly, but I feel more like myself since I started studying French again. Maybe it’s because of that fascination I had for it as a child. It’s something that’s been with me always, and something that I worked hard on during many years of my schooling. Then I simply dropped it. Once school was over, I had no easy way to continue my studies or any strong motivation to do so. I always thought I’d return to it someday, but without an actual deadline or a reason to take it up again, I didn’t. I allowed a whole aspect of my personality to wither up and nearly die.
It’s natural, I suppose. Over the course of our lives we have to let some dreams die. We grow up, and we grow out of things. That’s all fine and necessary. I just wonder if perhaps I should have been more careful about which dreams I let go of. Maybe some of them were the wrong ones.
The nice thing is, we still have a lot of living to do. So we can try things on again to see if we want to pick them back up, like French, or if we really are done with them. I believe in you.