'When I was a little boy, they called me a liar. But now that I am grown up, they call me a writer.'
- Issac Singer, Nobel Prize Winner.
Dreams are formed, from little wisps of thoughts when we are young. Yet often they are also extinguished, by public opinions, by formation, of others, by our own hesitation. Why do we allow that of people around, or ourselves, to define what we are gunning for? Why do we allow our aspirations, our desires, to be trampled upon? Why do we allow ourselves, to be easily influenced?
We don't. Life is just too short to be entertaining certain worries, just get out there and do something we've always wanted to do, and live. :)
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