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“It is an everlasting desire to make my dreams come true. And it’s getting to the point now where it’s like, come on I want my dreams to come true so that I can get on with the rest of my life. Sometimes I think about the rest of my life when I’m done.” – Picabo Street

Listen, O child of perseverance, to the words of Picabo Street, the fierce spirit who carved her destiny upon the frozen slopes of the world. In these words, she speaks not as one who dreams idly, but as one who has wrestled with destiny and felt the cost of ambition. Her everlasting desire is not the fleeting wish of the lazy dreamer, but the burning flame that refuses to be quenched. It is the longing of a soul that has devoted every breath, every sinew, every heartbeat to a single vision—and yet feels the weight of the wait, the ache of yearning unfulfilled.

She was a champion of the snow, a daughter of the mountains, whose courage and speed brought her glory in the Winter Games. Yet even amidst her triumphs, she understood what many never grasp: that the pursuit of a dream is both a blessing and a burden. To chase a vision so fiercely is to live in constant tension—between what is and what might be, between the hunger to achieve and the exhaustion of striving. And so, when she says, “Come on, I want my dreams to come true so that I can get on with the rest of my life,” she reveals the paradox at the heart of ambition: that even victory can become a longing for peace.

The everlasting desire she names is the essence of the human condition. The ancient Greeks called it eros, not merely the love of beauty, but the drive toward fulfillment, the hunger for completion. This fire dwells in every soul that dares to imagine more than the world offers. Yet it is both gift and trial, for it never rests. Even when a mountain is conquered, the heart looks toward the next. Picabo’s reflection shows the weariness of one who has lived in constant pursuit—the realization that a dream fulfilled is not the end, but only another turning in the long road of life.

Think of Alexander the Great, who, when he had conquered all known lands, wept because there were no worlds left to conquer. His victories could not silence the hunger that drove him. Like Picabo, he too reached the summit of his dream, only to find himself gazing beyond it, yearning for “the rest of his life.” For the dream that defines us can also consume us, and the wise must learn when to strive and when to rest. The mountain climber who reaches the peak must descend again to the valley, for life is not only ascent, but balance.

And yet, there is no shame in this desire. It is the force that moves the stars and kindles the fire of creation. Without it, no art would be painted, no truth discovered, no destiny fulfilled. The challenge lies not in extinguishing the longing, but in mastering it—to pursue with passion, yet not be devoured by the chase. To understand that one’s dream is not a prison, but a passage; not a destination, but a journey toward greater understanding of oneself. When Picabo Street speaks of thinking “about the rest of my life when I’m done,” she reminds us that beyond every dream lies a wider horizon—a life waiting to be lived, not in striving, but in serenity.

The lesson, then, is this: chase your dreams with all the fire of your spirit, but remember that they are not the whole of you. They are chapters, not the book. The fulfillment of a dream is not the end of life, but the beginning of wisdom. When you have climbed your mountain, take time to rest, to breathe, to rediscover who you are apart from your striving. For the soul that knows only ambition forgets how to live; but the soul that marries ambition with peace becomes whole.

So, O dreamer, do not fear your everlasting desire—for it is proof that you are alive. But let it serve you, not enslave you. Strive as the athlete strives, with courage and focus, but also learn to lay down your armor when the battle is won. The time will come when you, too, will say, “I want my dreams to come true so that I can get on with the rest of my life.” When that moment arrives, greet it not with sorrow, but with gratitude—for you will have learned the greatest truth of all: that life itself is the dream, and every fulfilled desire is but a doorway into the vast and beautiful rest of it.