why can't i?
Ever seen that bank advert "why can't I... live my dreams?". It's lame. Firstly, if one could actually live out their dreams, they wouldn't be called dreams anymore, would they? Just goals, targets, aims, ACHEIVABLE objectives. Dreams are supposed to be made in LaLaLand and are meant to stay there. They are what we live our lives for. Imagine: if one day, you really realise your dream (assuming you only have one, assuming you're not a fickle-minded person), what next? How do you proceed from then on. A life like this, nothing left for you to live for, is not worth continuing with. Which brings me to my next point, "so what if you could?''
Of course it'll be cool to live a dream, everyone wants that. But wake up! That means you'd be the next permanent resident of LaLaLand.. And i guess you'll be a zombie. No motivation, no drive, just an empty husk living for the sake of staying alive. No point living on eh? even though you've acheived what you dreamed of...
To admit, motivation spawns from desire. Desire to succeed, to overpower, to destroy, to devour, to ... ... ... love? Dreams inclusive. If you have nothing to die for, what's there to do staying alive? Not that i advocate death, c'mon, i'm not the death merchant (though i feel as if i sound progressively like one) but is living (happiness, fufilment aside) all there is to life?
nite o cruel world, the moon suspends like a blind grin in the obsidian sky, oblivious, indifferent to the ebbing tears of the broken, still beating heart. Hate is but a feeling disconnected...
remember [10:51 PM]
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