Recently I was presented with an opportunity, a good opportunity. But past disappointments made me hesitant. I did not know what to do.
The one question that kept popping up in my mind over and over again while I was trying to make a decision was, "What happens to a dream deferred?"
Reminds me of my favorite poet, Langston's Hughes' poem:
What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore—
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over—
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?
Langston... excuse me, Mr. Hughes... these next steps are in
honor of you!
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