I have kept a birthday card my maternal grandmother gave me years ago while I was still in high school. A bit childish for someone turning seventeen, a stitched and stuff teddy bear wishes on a bright yellow star. The printed sentiment inside the card reads: On your birthday, may all your dreams come true.
My wonderful, faithful, practical little grandma penned her own message underneath the typography: They won't. You have too many.
She intended no malice and I laughed at her matter-of-fact take on the idea of dreaming: if you have a small wish, or if you conserve the number of dreams you have, the better the chance your dream will come true, right? At the time, I disagreed with my grandma's logic (I still do); however, I have since learned that, although one doesn't have to give up their vision or stop dreaming, one may need to find flexibility in shifting their expectations of how their dreams will be fully realized.
You have to be a little flexible when you're an adult, or life just ends up disappointing you.
