Sometimes I wonder what the point of waiting for my dreams to come true is. Of anxiously waiting for things to happen that seem like they’ll never happen.

Sometimes I wonder if I’m the only one who’s stuck in this place, a place where the future I imagined with sparkling eyes is an alternate universe, an imagined utopia.

Sometimes I wonder if I should just give up.

But then I can’t imagine a world without dreams, a world without hope. Because no matter how far-fetched these imaginations are, no matter how daring or silly or extreme, they help us move on, move forward.

Because to dream is to live, to breathe, and to be human. To dream is to believe in the sweet promise of tomorrow.

And so I’ll keep dreaming.