Dreams are meant to be lived!

What happens when all your dreams are killed or deferred indefinitely by the circumstances of life?

How would you feel if everything you fought for, if what you believed was your reason to live, your mission in this world, was taken away?

I feel I betrayed myself for letting go of my dreams... Like I failed whatever purpose I had in this life and nothing, NOTHING, can fill the emptiness that remais when dreams are gone. It's cruel to think that dreams are only meant to dream not live... But that seems to be what everyone thinks! I keep telling myself that it's for the best, that I'll have a better quality of life this way... But that's just bullshit! I'm miserable! When I'm not crying for what could have been and now can never be, I tune into my "zombie mode"... This is not what I want for myself! I should have been stronger and fought! because life quality is not about money, but of happiness! And I am not happy!

I fought for my dreams, I did... But when doubt started contaminating my mind... There were so many things that could go wrong in the future... Things were already pretty messy... It was just so hard because I knew I was hurting and disappointing people I love because of my insane idea of pursuing my dreams... I just "put my guns on the ground" and surrendered. Decided to go with the flow...

Worst mistake ever. Now I'm the one hurt and disappointed!

Well... I guess now time's my best friend... I need time to gather up my strength, clear all doubt and then fight for my dreams 'till the end, no matter how hard it gets, it's always better than this!

Meanwhile...do me a favour... DREAM!

Love you all!