When did we forget our dreams?

The infinite possibilities each day holds should stagger the mind. The sheer number of experiences I could have is uncountable, breathtaking, and I'm sitting here refreshing the Funhouse. We live trapped in loops, reliving a few days over and over, and we envision only a handful of paths laid out ahead of us. We see the same things each day, we respond the same way, we think the same thoughts, each day a slight variation on the last, every moment smoothly following the gentle curves of societal norms. We act like if we just get through today, tomorrow our dreams will come back to us.

And no, I don't have all the answers. I don't know how to jolt myself into seeing what each moment could become. But I do know one thing: the solution doesn't involve watering down my every little idea and creative impulse for the sake of some day easing my fit into a mold. It doesn't involve tempering my life to better fit someone's expectations. It doesn't involve constantly holding back for fear of shaking things up.

This is very important, so I want to say it as clearly as I can:

F'UCK. THAT. S'HIT.

Do the impossible See the invisible

F'UCK. THAT. S'HIT., sir. I saw the invisible.

Dreams as in aspirations or dreams as in the images that play in our minds as we sleep?

Dreams as in aspirations or dreams as in the images that play in our minds as we sleep?

the former.

I think about stuff like this while I'm going to bed. Results?
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 Spoiler

Thread of win all over.

the former.

My dream as a kid was to stay a kid forever.

I'm still a kid, despite my age.

Dream semi-fulfilled?

Being able to see all the possibilities to all the possibilities there are not only for yourself but other people drives you crazy after 10+ years. Be thankful you don't.

Oh hey, this thread is back.

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