Dreams don't come true. So I've decided to give them up. No one is going to surprise me with a picnic at my favorite spot on campus. No guy brings/sends flowers for no reason. That's fine, like I have been telling myself lately- its all about perspective and state of mind.
We're all taught to dream, but I just don't see the point in legitimately believing something that is so unlikely to happen. Realistic dreams are amazing and encouraging though. My example of a realistic dream: I want to have my dream job at a missles and defense company. That's a dream I can contribute significantly to making it come true. My example of an unrealistic, pointless dream that only leads to being let down: love and everything that accompanies it. Picnics behind meadows, flowers, you know, the whole storybook picture isn't likely to happen.
My new goal: to alter my dreams. And, no, I don't mean the one I had the other night about my archnemisis, H, slashing my tires. I feel like he would so do that though. If he knew how much shit I talk about him and to what extent I hate him. And awesome news- we have several classes together next semester. I should post more about the silent battles H & I have. Which basically means the things H does and the things I think and say to the people that sit around me. Well, that tangent cheered me up. Who needs dreams, anyway?
Love Always.
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I have to disagree with your new goal of altering your dreams. However, I do believe that there is line between dreams and practicality. But regarding your comments towards men: I feel like Love and Men and Relationships have been put on a pedistool, (take the Twilight Saga or ANY Nicholas Spark book/movie for example...NOT REAL!) but at the same time, there is a [very tiny] part of me is still clinging to the hope that there are a few decent men out there, and thats why Love is so special. At times, it can seem so unreal and so unattainable, but isn't that what also makes it so great? When something is rare, its beautiful. Whether it be one of those seemingly unrealistic dreams, or the perfect guy. Pessimistic as I am [these days], I am still clinging to a hope that these dreams can come true and that somewhere out in this world, there is a guy who is making his way to me....
ReplyDeleteKeep your chin up, butter cup! And remember, that I love you!