Let me confess something. I love to daydream.
I love to daydream about my future, the opportunities I will receive, the successes that I will achieve, the life that I will lead.
I love to daydream about the girl who will be my wife, the children that I will have, the home that I will build.
I love to daydream about the happiness that I will have, the love that I will share, the blessed life ahead.
I love to daydream about all of that but that’s where I stop. I pull myself back into reality, grasping, and pulling, every inch of my muscle working hard trying to prevent chaos from happening.
I understood the circumstances that will come, the cost that has to be paid when I let myself out for too long, where the soul might never return.
Even though I love to daydream, reality is still the reality.
Daydream is a path bridging the worlds of reality and dreams but one has to remain grounded and understand that the only way to successfully cross that bridge is through their hard work and determination in reality.
I understood that and I will continue to persevere so that I can cross that bridge one day.