I think the scariest thing in life is the thought of settling; the thought of giving into the false expectations of this world…just falling in line and becoming yet another emotionless face in the crowd. Just mindlessly going through the motions to the point where everyday feels the exact same. To the point where passions become colorless and dreams become meaningless. Whether it be in a job, a relationship, your environment, or maybe a combination of the three. We tell ourselves that this will never happen to us, but before you know it, the repetitiveness starts to set in; the dullness becomes more and more frequent.
Let’s dream like when we were young. When the moon fit between a pinched finger and a magnetic thumb. When infinity was as far as we could easily run. When logic made absolutely no sense….when we were fully satisfied with our overwhelming ignorance. A time when the world looked exactly like the impractical lands in our heads. The point in history when we dangled and danced from imagination’s threads. There was such simplicity, yet so many possibilities in every single day. The wider our eyes, the less we aged. As a child, you’re scared of not fitting in; of not being like everyone else…as an adult, nothing sounds more terrifying than being ordinary.