very man needs a dream, something to aspire to. Something to hold on to, to cling to when times are tough. But I don't quite know what my dreams are anymore.I mean as in I have no idea what rainbow I'm chasing, if there is even one that I'm running after. And the dream could be anything, from the simplest of desires to that of the impossible. Nor does it help that dreams can change, mutate with utmost fluidity if you will, as a body ages and realizations broaden & expand, reinforced by experience.But what if dreams pile up instead of changing? Would the realizations of the improbability of achieving your dreams affect your mental, emotional and psychological stability (ie. sanity)?
I myself dream of many things; many of which - and I will be the first to admit - will never reach fruition, let alone see the light of day. All to lay buried by the oft times harsh and banal realities of life and existence. Radio DJ, club DJ, pro extreme/action sports athlete, rugby player, kendoka, graffiti kingship, author, art studio owner, street label start-up and so many others; some have died, some still burn and yet I still wish I could achieve all of these dreams and more. *sigh*
Que sera sera. Whatever will be, will be. All one can do is work towards the fulfillment of the dreams s/he holds close to the heart, whatever they may be.
And hope that our sanity doesn't fail and fall gibbering along the wayside.
G'dreamin', mates.
Peace.
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