Dreaming is never enough. As I sit in the middle of my current reality, I keep asking myself if this is how I have always wanted it. The question curls into a metal ball at fiery speed and ricochets off my past, and the reality dawned on me that I have always wanted it, more or less. But was I prepared for all this? Alas, reality is but a sharp stab in the front which I must come headlong into as it rushes to meet me.

At this point, there’s no going back and I can only dream forward even as I act, for dreaming backwards won’t change a thing.


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