Remember the bell for recess?
I don't mean to obsess but I feel the need to confess, that I lack the finesse in addressing my internal distress regarding my regrets.
There was a time when our vividness made us limitless and our indigenous, innocence was the adults' reason for why we dreamed the dreams we did.
Like Aurora we were deep in slumber and when the time came along we would soon awake.
I regret being awoken; Like Adam and Eve when they bit from God's sacred tree, my eyes we're opened. In agony I realized I caused my own cavity. So naturally I had to rewrite my catastrophic calamity. I had to regain my sanity, elaborately with a strategy, possibly rearranging my anatomy. Family angrily labeled this as blasphemy, the thought of me anxiously wanting to chase my dreams. They said "Act rationally, stop searching the galaxy, this will only end unhappily."
Now I ask, can you achieve this disagreeable task of chasing your dreams?
Are you ready or not?