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I believe, to this day, that everyone walking by me in the galleria, the lakeside, or the parking lot is just as confused as me. I trust, to believe, that so many of us are fully exhausted because we are trying to get what we want. Whether the light burned out in the spotlight for a show, or rain is pouring down on the new field on opening day, at least we are here this is better than gone. I know, that some, even me, don’t quite know what we want. I think, we think, we don’t deserve our dream. What if, that dream, tells us something we never question? The question we are subliminally asked spreads among us in our heart, “why are you doubting yourself?” So what, if you forget the words to that song you wrote. Who cares, if you strike out your first time at bat? Why so bad, if not crowned at the beauty pageant? It’s ok, if our confidence seems to overbear our skill. How else do we learn? How about, taking the hard work and comparing it to the dream in your head? Someday, they will look the same and you will smile the way you do when you dream.
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Jan 1, 2016
Jan 1, 2016 at 11:26 PM UTC
The Dreamer's Choice
I believe, to this day, that everyone walking by me in the galleria, the lakeside, or the parking lot is just as confused as me. I trust, to believe, that so many of us are fully exhausted because we are trying to get what we want. Whether the light burned out in the spotlight for a show, or rain is pouring down on the new field on opening day, at least we are here this is better than gone. I know, that some, even me, don’t quite know what we want. I think, we think, we don’t deserve our dream. What if, that dream, tells us something we never question? The question we are subliminally asked spreads among us in our heart, “why are you doubting yourself?” So what, if you forget the words to that song you wrote. Who cares, if you strike out your first time at bat? Why so bad, if not crowned at the beauty pageant? It’s ok, if our confidence seems to overbear our skill. How else do we learn? How about, taking the hard work and comparing it to the dream in your head? Someday, they will look the same and you will smile the way you do when you dream.
Keep dreaming to find your place in life.
LunaCasablanca
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Jan 1, 2016
Jan 1, 2016 at 11:26 PM UTC
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