Going Back To The Garage.

Seeing your dreams broken in tatters is one of life's excruciating moments. Sometimes certain circumstances happen when we are left with nothing but our dreams hanging helplessly in the air as we watch agonizingly, like losing someone who shared and with you your dreams and was ever ready to fight tooth and nail to make  them a reality. Very catastrophic isn't it? Such cataclysmic interjections are unbearable and have the propensity to burying our dreams into oblivion. I would never wish for that neither would you,but life's situations are so volatile that the unimaginable can befall anyone within a twinkling of an eye. Yes, it is just what you are going through, it is equally what others went through sometime ago but the difference is they rose above the ordeals, went back to the garage and mended their broken dreams. They assembled them, brought life back  in them and even looked more beautiful. They are not from a different planet, they are those you see, revere and want to be like. Today they are the ones mending other people's dreams because they a source of inspiration and leave a glimmer of hope on us each passing day. Let's go back to the garage ,pick up the pieces and hit the road again. It's not easy, the smell of grease and oil are just the hard way but there's so much at stake for you to give up. It is okay to restart but I have a problem with shutting down for good. Remember, the broken are masters in mending.