I opened my desk drawer and found an old shriveled orange. I had put it there and forgotten about it. There it sat, with its rind dried up. Not appealing at all.
Then I thought to myself—that’s how some of us treat our dreams. Once sweet and juicy, they now no longer long appealing to our eyes. We leave them in drawers of our minds and forget that they existed. Then one day, we open the drawer and look at the shriveled dream with disgust and want to toss it away. There was nothing wrong with that orange. There is nothing wrong with your dream that you abandoned. Take it, squeeze whatever juice that is left!