I often dream of my future. I dream of being successful and living a comfortable life. We all want to make it, but not many of us think about being comfortable. I dream of not settling and doing the things I love. I'd never want to be another statistic or one of those students who didn't make it, and I guess that's why I dream.
My heart makes wishes that my brain may not be able to grant. So, I dream of a state where all is possible and nothing is permanent. I dream of my passions and how someday they'll take me places, and if that doesn't happen, I'm content with my craft just being mine.
I often wonder whether or not my dreams will become my reality and, how long it will, take. You see, these things take time until I can accomplish said dreams. I must live in my reality of just trying to make it.
