Sad thoughts #1
Am I doomed to a mediocre existence.? To, like everyone else, blunder through life, a meaningless person, just another voice in the hum, face in the crowed, breath on the wind. Do we all dream of being special? Do all our dreams get broken? Or is it those whose dreams don’t break, that refuse to let go that actually achieve their dreams? Are the people who awake into this mundane life the ones who step aside to let those dreamers past?












