Whatever happened to our dreams The infinite possibilities each day holds should stagger the mind. The sheer number of experiences I could have is uncountable breathtaking and Im sitting here refreshing my inbox. We live trapped in loops reliving a few days over and over and we envision only a handful of paths laid out ahead of us. We see the same things each day we respond the same way we think the same thoughts each day a slight variation on the last every moment smoothly following the gentle curves of societal norms. We act like if we just get through today tomorrow our dreams will come back to us. And no I dont have all the answers. I dont know how to jolt myself into seeing what each moment could become. But I do know one thing the solution doesnt involve watering down my every little idea and creative impulse for the sake of someday easing my fit into a mold. It doesnt involve tempering my life to better fit someones expectations. It doesnt involve constantly holding back for fear of shaking things up. This is very important so I want to say it as clearly as I can FUCK. THAT. SHIT.