In theory, everyone is a sentient being with hopes and aspirations that make us all awesome creatures. The only problem is not all of us realise our dreams; it just becomes nothing more than ephemeral wiffs lost in the ether of procrastination and drugery of life.
Case in point, I could be a great writer, singer or dancer. I have not been blessed from birth with any quality outstanding enough to merit it, but I could easily fall into the other category of many who have had the perspicuity, environmental and cultural background to have honed and refined these skills.
Even so, life is strife with dissapointment, resentment, loss of hope, circumstances weighing against you etc., that you don’t bloom like you know you should. Well, atleast if i keep hoping, then eventually everything will fall into place to make my wildest fantasies come to life. Until that wished for natural occurence takes place or I shift gears and focus to grab what I yearn, I will just write, complain, philosophize about life. As long as I keep trying, i’m sure that something in my brain will synthesize the neurological connections that i’ll need to ascend into the realm of achievers and overachievers.
