my mum found my old baby album.... never thought i had one but meh.
i looked at it, and saw a girl who dreamt of been a priate, of been a princess, of been famous, and then i looked in the mirror, and saw a scared person, a person too scared to presue her dream, her ideal life.
i also saw a me that i now know, someone scared to be who they are, because she doesn't know who she is anymore, someone scared to fail because she knows life is too short, and yet can't help but hope that maybe someday, she would win ta lotto and fullfill her dream.
i like to sleep, i like to dream, because, in my dreams, i can travel the world, i can met people who i would never met, i can dream about you and i. and yet once the alam bell goes off, i'm brought back into reality, a world where i can't do as i please.
i guess thats another reason why music has become such a big part in my life, though i can't sing, nor can i read scores, i love it, because it can change your mood, your dreams, it can bring back memories, dreams, feelings...
sometimes i wonder what it is i'm ment to do in life, i mean everyone says 'it's not where you get but how you get there', but in this success driven world, is it real? when you hear a doctor on the end of someone;s name you wow, and when you see a tradie, you merely ignor. i want to, i want to do what i want to do in life, but i can't, why? why can't i do what i want?
life has become more of a drag then a enjoyment...
i wish i knew how to make it fun again