Is the same place where everything goes to die: into the ground. Buried in the dark. Hidden from the light of day. No longer a part of the active life of the world.
Now that it is gone, nothing will ever be quite the same. But the death of a dream is not the death of all dreams.
In the dark soil, magnificent and magical processes are at work. Its shell is broken open. It sends out roots. It pushes through the dirt, reaching for the sunlight. It grows leaves, flourishes into blossom, and eventually bears the fruit of possibilities never before dreamt of.
This is a slow—often painfully slow—process that is largely outside of your control. All you can do is sow, water, and wait for a new dream to come.
The death of a dream is the first step in the birth of even more dreams.
