The Cost of Your Dream

What it means to pursue purpose without losing your soul

Interstellar

Part One: The Cost of Dreams

By Dalton Howell

Lately, I’ve been questioning the dreams I used to hold so tightly. Not because I’ve stopped wanting thing - but because I’ve started seeing what those dreams might actually require. And honestly… that part scares me.

There are darker corners of me that most people never see. So I have to stay mindful. Mindful of what I chase. Mindful of how I move.

Because if I’m not careful, I won’t just ruin my own life chasing the wrong thing - I’ll hurt someone else in the process.

It’s a tricky thing, trying to move through life without stepping on anyone. But some conflict is necessary.

Some people take risks without thinking. They bulldoze ahead and never consider the wake they leave behind.

Others?

They care too much.

Blade Runner 2049

They’re paralyzed by the weight of it. I know - because I’ve been one of them. I’ve tiptoed through life trying not to upset anyone. Tried to manage everyone’s feelings. Tried to walk softly enough that no one else tripped.

But somewhere in that carefulness, I lost my own footing. Forgot my own dreams. That kind of living seems noble. But it’s a slow way to bleed out.

So there has to be a balance.

And I’ve asked myself for years - how do we find it?

Because here’s the thing: Dreams cost something. And if we’re not intentional, someone else ends up paying the price.

That’s where it gets dangerous.