When we’re young we see adults engaging in lives that seem so elegant and manicured. We place ourselves in their shoes and dream dreamers’ dreams of what it would be like to live within those moments also. But when those things actually begin happening to us we allow them to slip by without a turn of our head. It no longer becomes the fruition of what was once our longing. It simply becomes life.
There’s no resolution in that. There’s no living. Yeah, dreams are important to living, but rather than imaginative dreams, I want an imaginative life.