Goals are my north star. My compass. The map that guides me along the road I wish to travel. Goals are motivations with wind in their sailsthey carry me forward despite the storms.
Hold your dreams tight my friend. Share them with no one. And when the naysayers and the scoffers of the world arent paying attention spring it on them fully formed and laugh and dance while they grasp desperately for a hand-hold with which to drag you down.