It doesn't seem so long ago that I had such wild aspirations for myself. I am not without aspirations now, nor do they lack in grandness, but here I sit, pondering the reality of them.
I dreamed big when I was young with little thought on the actual execution. Was it the product of an innocence-addled mind, or did I know something then that daily life has exorcised from me? Where did the boundless energy go, not of body or mind, but of spirit?
There are countless masks I've donned over the years. Perhaps I forgot to take some off? Perhaps I grew accustomed to them; the actor lost to the role.
The time to return to my core may be at hand. It is well time to dream big again.
I dreamed big when I was young with little thought on the actual execution. Was it the product of an innocence-addled mind, or did I know something then that daily life has exorcised from me? Where did the boundless energy go, not of body or mind, but of spirit?
There are countless masks I've donned over the years. Perhaps I forgot to take some off? Perhaps I grew accustomed to them; the actor lost to the role.
The time to return to my core may be at hand. It is well time to dream big again.
