When did we forget our dreams?
The infinite possibilities that each day holds
should stagger the mind.
The sheer number of experiences I could have
is uncountable, breathtaking,
and I'm sitting here, refreshing my inbox.
We live trapped in loops,
reliving a few days over and over
and we envision only a few paths laid out ahead of us.
We see the same things each day,
respond the same way,
we think the same thoughts,
every day a slight variation on the last.
Every moment smoothly following
the gentle curves of societal norms.
We act like if we just get through today,
tomorrow our dreams will come back to us.
And no, I don't have all the answers.
I don't know how to jolt myself
into seeing what each moment could become.
But I do know one thing:
The solution doesn't involve watering down my every little idea
and impulse for the sake of someday easing into a mold.
It doesn't involve tempering my life
to better fit someones expectations.
It doesn't involve constantly holding back
for fear of shaking things up.
This is very important,
so I want to say this as clearly as I can.
Dont worry about all that!
Typed all that out for you mum.
Love you with all my heart!
~Unknown~