Where did I lose my dreams?
Or is it that I never had them?
Life is short. I know.
In many ways, I find reminders, pushes, such as David’s, touching and somehow inspiring, but I must admit that it no longer makes me feel good to hear about fighting for one’s dreams. Probably because deep inside I know I should had started the fight long ago. The problem is: I don’t know what war to fight, what is it that I want my life to be? Somewhere along the way I lost sight of my dreams and now it’s kind of hard to figure out what to do with what surrounds me.