I dream of big cities. Big festivities. Big buildings. Big vibes. Big lights. A sleepless jungle with endless possibilities. Maybe it’ll come true, or maybe it’ll have to wait. Maybe it’s not meant to be.
My dreams tumble, my dreams fall. My dreams shatter, and they make me cry. Sometimes dreams are meant to be broken because they’re the wrong dreams. For there is only one purpose here on this earth that is truly worth dreaming about, and thus I know I am a part of something bigger.
When happiness and joy doesn’t sync up, you have a problem. What makes you temporarily happy but doesn’t bring you eternal joy. Selfishness overcomes, and you find yourself always thinking about what you can do for yourself rather than what really matters. Such simple minded creatures are we.