My mind gets lost sometime. I often think about way, way ahead of the future. I would think about where I’m gonna be in the next 20 years, or what I’m gonna name my children. Sometimes, I let my mind get the best of me, making me question and doubt every single decision. The ones I made or about to make. I ask myself often, “is this what I want to do?”. The answer isn’t a simple yes or no, but it’s “I want to do it, but not for the rest of my life.” I have dreams, a lot, in fact. And I know not everything is gonna come true. Not everything that I want is going to turn into reality. Not everything that I dreamed about, is going to happen. But you know what, I stayed dreaming. I just keep going. I don’t think I’ll ever stop.
I’m writing this not because I want to give advice or whatsoever, but I want this to be a record that I haven’t gotten my shit together. I am still a mess of a human. My head is in the clouds, and I’m not sure when I’m coming down. But all I know is I want to keep dreaming, and keep doing what I love, and hopefully the answers will come to me, sometime in the future.
Don’t be afraid to dream, people. As long as you have your dreams, then you always know what you’re going to have to do to make that happen. #JourneyToFullBloom
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go ahead and cry in a bucket
let every tear fall from your soul
let each pain and hurt out
til you just don’t have anymore
if only I could take each one
and magically make it a seed
I’d plant all your tears in soil
and give them back to you as you need
a flower on some days to feel pretty
a heart on others to feel loved
all your heart’s desires on others
til each one healed you back up
With your middle age watching,
You want to hide under covers.
On the other hand, your date
Warns you about love.
This could be, perhaps, the last time,
Or, perhaps, the second from the last,
Or probaly, a few more from a possible last,
Yet pehaps some of other more dates
With some others.
Well, this is just the way you are.
You'll never tell the truth,
And what the truth is about. .
In love, there are always more and more “last time”s.