I'm always making dreams, in my head. Thinking it over, playing mis and match to all the things that I see in it. Sometimes I would think, what's the point of this? I am living here, days gone, months following. But none to realize my dreams. But I might be wrong, a friend said. He told me, it's important to have a dream, to have a goal, to keep you moving ahead. And in the end of the day, I should be doing things that's congruent with my goals. Loose the strap. Yeah, I guess he's right. I got a little motivated after his speech. I haven't given much thought into things that I should be doing, and have done a long time ago. I fear that none of my dreams would be realized, and I would live in failure for the rest of my life. One day, I wouldn't want to look back at my life, knowing I had been living in my dream but done nothing and despise at the fact that I have an opportunity/ even opportunities but letting it go to soothe my evil temptations. NO. I don't want that to be a part of me.
I love sleeping so much. That I spent most of my available time lying on the bed, dreaming. It's funny that I remembered of what a friend said to another friend of mine. That "You would have all the time to sleep after death". That's definitely inspiring. hoho.
