All our dreams are molded by the society and the people around us. We personalize them, but does that really make them our own, even if they weren't really ours to start off with? One might equate the society and the people around us to the skeleton of our dreams. But this cannot be true, because normal skeletons (be it human, mammal or reptile) do not have much to achieve. They exist, helps us to stay alive and on the whole, do not have much of a higher purpose to start off with. But the society dream, the Big Dream, has, and unfortunately/fortunately, starts off so big and so ludicrous that when you first think about it, your stomach hurts and it's so unreal, you can't even see your feet.
The implications of it only fully hit you when you realise that you've got to actually make it happen.
Imagine my surprise when it hit me that I'm a dreamer. Unfortunately, I'm also an escapist.
I was never supposed to come to this conclusion. stuck in reverse ♥7:24 PM
♥ PROFILE
Cyn Ong.
Me, I'm 20.
I love rainy, cloudy weather.
The kind with lots & lots of wind.(:
nbs mkting.
♥ LOVES
All that I hold dear.
Books, music, shopping.
Prettycolours, prettythings.
