Ahh...but all of greatness about, start out as a dream, m'lady.
Without dreams, we are but empty vessels that walk about aimlessly...like those of the walking dead, [member="Mariya Fleischer"]
Dreams never really die you know... no matter when last you held them fast.
The very fact that you recall of the passion you had for it, only means that the very passion you had for it, you still own. So you believe it repressed, like that of a lover whom had broken your heart. But that heart, although sustained a blow from a dream unfulfilled or that of a lost lover, still beats strong withing thee. It continues to discover new love, while still keeping the old love still within. It is not gorgotten. That is the only way a dream can die is when it is forgotten for good.
Nay... dreams are ours to dream and to make good on them one day. I need not quote you of dreamers who fulfilled their dream and more, decades later.