“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.”
I think I dream too much. Way too much. I spend half the time (if not more) that I am supposedly listening, dreaming. I look and stare at things and people or just afar, dreaming. I would chance upon different projects and ideas and dream about how I would have done it if I had thought about it. I dream about what I would have done, or what I should be doing, but I rarely ever do, because I am stuck thinking of reasons why I can’t.
I seem to despise people who are brave. I tend not to associate with them much, not because I don’t like them but because I feel so mediocre (at best) around them. I think it makes me want to hate myself more then them–for not doing anything… for just sitting around dreaming.
