Dreams

The infinite possibilities each day holds should stagger the mind.
The sheer number of experiences I could have is uncountable,
breathtaking, and I'm sitting here refreshing my inbox. We live
trapped in loops. Reliving a few days over and over, and we
envision only a handful of paths laid out ahead of us. We see
the same things each day, we respond the same way, we think the
same thoughts, each day a slight variation on the last, every
moment smoothly following the gentle curves of societal norms.
We act like if we just get through today, tomorrow our dreams
will come back to us.

And no, I don't have all the answers. I don't know how to jolt
myself into seeing what each moment could become. But I do
know one thing: The solution doesn't involve watering down my
every little idea and creative impulse for the sake of someday
easing my fit into a mold. It doesn't involve tempering my life
to better fit someone's expectations. It doesn't involve
constantly holding back for fear of shaking things up.

This is very important so I want to say it as clearly as I can:

FUCK. THIS. SHIT.