This might just sound bitter, because it probably is. I do at times
feel enslaved by my dreams, or ambitions. One is tought to, and
probably driven by nature to, follow one's dreams. Yet it seems that
nobody is really that good at dreaming; which is to say dreams so
rarely reflect the realities of realising one's key aspirations.
The concept in the dream is always over simplified, and by the time
it has been beaten through cycles of errors, misfortunes, and
excessive effort, what results might be of little resemblence to
the dream, or simply not inspire the corresponding joy that was
envisaged.
Freedom is only in the dream. You're only truly free to do the
things you never do.
But then that's why I'm here, to dream. Typing up all of my
nonsense "thoughts" to send out into the awaiting internet abyss.
My dream is to dream - to live a life that allows one to dream,
free of needs and yet still free of distractions.
Now I'll go back to dreaming up ways that I can keep on living it...
