Goddamn lost chances, broken promises by others, missed opportunities by self or whatever you want to call it -- it sucks ass.
Blown dreams are my preferred descriptor.
We've all had them, and if you haven't, I most respectfully say you're untruthing yourself.
Personally, I've had some major dreams blow up in my face these past 12 months, but life goes on, doesn't it? What else is one supposed to do?
Recline with crackers and 2-buck Chuck from Trader Joe's while chilling and watching Netflix in lonely selfpity-ness?
Absolutely!
But only for a predestined amount of wallowness.
Quit? Fuck. Never.
For me, the saddest blown dreams are when I walk past closed-down restaurants or bars, especially when you can see faded flyers in the window offering the best offers at the cheapest possible prices. They were trying so hard -- and it didn't work out.
Having worked that industry for nearly 20 years, (in mostly a corporate environment where you often had "play money.") I understand how much capital, in time and finances, it takes to open the Place Of Your Dreams, but never had the balls to handle the personal costs.
So, when I see shuttered restaurant or bars for sale, it always feel like a punch in the stomach as I think about those unknown owners who rolled the dice, but didn't get the winning number - for whatever reason.
I mention this as a backdrop for the pictures below. I don't know the history, timeline or what happened, but someone(s) had a dream, ploughed a shitload of money into the project(s) and it didn't work out. I discovered this lost construction project as I was walking home from work one day.
Was it bad decisions that led to the lack of money? I'm not digging further, as there's no happy answer, but no matter the cause or what happened, as mentioned above, broken dreams suck ass.
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| At the beginning of the community is this old ferris wheel... |
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| ...which is a cool idea... |
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| ...but as you walk into the community, it's like, "Huh? What's going on..." |
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| ...And it feels so exposed and broken... |
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| ...Skeletons in line... |
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| ...While half-finished homes with skins on... |
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| ...stand next to those who were plundered last... |
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| ... while on the opposite side on the same road, the community that could stares back in obvious disbelief... |
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| Will anyone, one day, completely tear down these walls, or will they finish (re)building these dreams? |
9 comments:
I firmly believe we all NEED to dream. And yes, the ones we risk our shirt and/or our hearts on which don't come true outsuck Dyson.
Hi Mark - dreaming is very necessary and doing everything one can to fulfil that passionate approach to a project essential. Sadly, very sadly ... corporates are greedy and can pull away - leaving a morass of loss for so many. Desperate times ... take care and good luck with yours now ... all the best - Hilary
It looks so alien with just the supports. I'm sure those with finished houses would really like to see the rest completed. My guess is the dreamers ran out of money...
Reality can destroy the dream; why shouldn't the dream destroy reality? ...
I think I've seen those house shells on Pinterest when looking for abandoned places. It's so sad to see dreams crumbling like that.
Where I turn to come onto my street is a busy funeral home. Whenever I go by and see all the cars lined up for a viewing or service, no matter how shitty my day has gone, I'll think- I'm having a better day than those poor souls.
Never stop dreaming. You're an American. You know road bumps are just part of the learning curve to get to the dream.
Part of a dream is the risk it won't work out. Or works out until the world changes. My city is littered with the second.
Abandoned projects are always sad to see. But in some ways, ghost towns are worse.
My dream is to soar with dragons.
Wow. So very sad looking... I like Jo's dream!
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