When I was younger, I was filled with wonder. I used to dream about live and love and wonder. Everything was so magical and possible. But as I grew older, I began to come into reality. I learned about society and realized that there are responsibilities that we must take on as adults. Soon, these dreams were mere child's play, insignificant. I then forgot about these dreams and how to dream. But now that I am more of an adult and immersed in this "reality" I am starting to wonder if this is all there is? I don't think so. I am starting to believe that these childhood dreams have something more to do with an actual reality that is beyond this one that we live in now.
Lets dream again....
As a child my imagination ran wild. Part of the reason why I wanted to become a writer was to hold on to that imagination. I think it's still inside of me. I still dream, and I like to dream big.
ReplyDeleteI agree with you...let's dream again =)