Tuesday, November 18, 2008

I don't know what I'm dreaming of. The fact that I'm dreaming may be good enough. But doesn't everybody dream? And isn't everybody met by the crushing realization of failed expectations and half-lived something-or-others...would-be's, could-be's, never-was...So much happens in these little heads of ours, so much that we think is important. But what makes my thoughts so important? What makes my dreams so essential to be fulfilled? What is so special about what I want?

I absolutely can not answer that question.