Dreams

Dreams; what are they? Not the dreams you have when you fall asleep, but the wishes you have for the future, why do we put so much importance of getting to where we want to be in two years time.

My dreams are not over the top in getting there, I don't want to be a millionaire or even have the best job in the world, I don't want to have fast cars or a swimming pool, I don't even want a list of friends that comes from Edinburgh to Melbourne. I don't want to live in a big house with freashly cut grass on a Sunday morning sipping away at my posh coffee while reading a paper and two of my 5 kids ask me for the iPhone 20.

I would tell you what my dreams are, but they might not come true, I just have to keep hoping and wishing I can get them, It's been so long now and time is getting on, people have said walk, move, leave. But abandonment to me is a big deal.

Sometimes I feel like my life is the Truman show, everyone is watching me, at the gym, in the town, on the bus, from outside inside... I feel that well in the past I had to please certain people, I can show respect to certain people, but it's so hard when you feel they don't respect you, that they walk all over you. 

Anyway, have I made a connection with dreams yet? Well yeah, to hold the key of sorrow in your back pocket when the door of hope is ahead is truly madness. Madness makes the assumption of true happiness and happiness is a dream, following the dreams? I wouldn't want to follow my dreams in the sense of being obsessed with it because if you were that obsessed to begin with there would be no need for dreams. Right?