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Monday, July 5, 2010

Sick Dreamer

Isn't it just sick to dream? To dream of things that you’ll never have, never experience and never achieve? There’s just something wrong with our heads. It has too much of a weird way of being and I will never come across it perfectly. Our minds, the genesis of everything I know, has got very sick moments. But once again I recall of those “sick ones” who have invented everything we need nowadays. Those dreamers who made their wildest dreams come true, those who were sick enough to make their imagination real, those who made us live in the world we are living.

I want to become a “sick person” who makes her dreams reality, who achieves new levels of pleasure, hope, relationships, a job, money, intelligence, of every spec of life which is so important. I want to become a dreamer who believes her strangest, most faraway-from-reality dreams can come true. I want to make this world twist and shout to a brighter tomorrow just like all those people we ALL in different ways look upon.

Every great dream begins with a dreamer. Always remember, you have within you the strength, the patience, and the passion to reach for the stars to change the world.

- Harriet Tubman


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