A Simple Dream
I definitely do not mean a dream in the sense of imagined thoughts while I sleep. I mean more of a wish. I have always had a conscious desire to achieve a goal that has eluded me my entire life. Maybe, being a Hemingway fan has infiltrated my psyche.
Imagine, as I do often, being alone on a remote island somewhere on the planet, fishing, and breaking a world record. As the avid fisherman I am, breaking a world record would give me a great deal of satisfaction.
Yet, my dream is a little different. It certainly differs from Hemingway’s vision. I want to be alone when I break the record, and I don’t want to simply break the record, but smash it for all time. After a tremendous battle, I want to land the monster fish on the shoreline.
And here is the catch: I would let it go, with no proof of ever having seen it. I would say that’s pretty simple.
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