Saturday, 27 September 2008

When we were young we had such wonderfully pure and simplistic dreams and aspirations, as we grow older we trim these down to an achievable size and yet at some point, do we really run out of dreams? If someone was to ask me about my hopes and dreams and aspiration, I'd draw a blank. At what point do we stop believing in ourselves and and which point do we stop believing in life, do the two coincide?

"& when you stop dreaming it's time to die"

Do we ever actually stop believing, dreaming and hoping? Or do we just get better at repressing them? If we don't hope for something then it can't kill us when it never happens, right?

Are you a closet dreamer too? Or are we just another jilted dream generation?

What do you do when every day is a compromise?


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