I believe there is nothing more devastating to the soul than the death of a dream. It’s so loud you can’t hear it. It’s so dark you can’t see it. It’s so painful you can’t feel it.
The only sensation left behind is weight. Unbearable weight.
You drag it behind you without realizing it’s there. You can carry it and blame everything else in the world except for the one reason why it is still there.
You.
Your life will slow down to the point it’s difficult getting out of bed. Excuses, critics, and opinions (even from people close to you) will fire at you from every direction and keep you pinned to your mattress. It makes more sense to stay there than to move. It hurts less to stand still.
If air is moving through your lungs and blood is pumping through your veins, you have the choice to make the death of a dream unacceptable. You can carry it and blame everything else in the world for trying to kill it except for the one reason why it is still there.
You.
Never give up.
The only sensation left behind is weight. Unbearable weight.
You drag it behind you without realizing it’s there. You can carry it and blame everything else in the world except for the one reason why it is still there.
You.
Your life will slow down to the point it’s difficult getting out of bed. Excuses, critics, and opinions (even from people close to you) will fire at you from every direction and keep you pinned to your mattress. It makes more sense to stay there than to move. It hurts less to stand still.
If air is moving through your lungs and blood is pumping through your veins, you have the choice to make the death of a dream unacceptable. You can carry it and blame everything else in the world for trying to kill it except for the one reason why it is still there.
You.
Never give up.
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