If my dreams were concrete, they wouldn't blow away. As it is, everything's so damn whimsical, and eventually one gets sick of watching things float away. The balloons analogy springs to mind far too readily. Is there even a point any more? Does anything ever work out?
We don't know. You never know. I can't say.
But I'm sure it does. There has got to be some place you can sit and know things are working out. The key is probably something to do with giving up those hollow, unrealized dreams. And finding more realistic avenues.
Maybe.
Just maybe.
But maybe, just maybe, you aren't ready to give up.
So don't.
So don't give up.
Keep hoping and praying, and there's a chance that you will break through one day if you keep trying and don't give up.
There is nothing wrong with dreaming.
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