I felt it appropriate to inject a song into this blog. "Dorothy at Forty" written by Cursive:
Dorothy, I know you've had amazing dreams
We can't go chasing down each golden street
Each and every rainbow, each passion, each unattainable goal
We're not in dreamland anymore
Dorothy, it seems you'll never understand
This here land is everything we have
Every sweat-stained collar, every dollar, every bent and bloodied spur
We're not the kids that we once were
We can't be the adults we want to be
Dreams are all you have, dreams have held you back
Dreamers never live, only dream of it
Dream cars, dream houses, dream jobs, dream spouses
Dreams of tornadoes, cities of emerald
And I know we swore we'd make more of ourselves
but this plot is literally our lot in life.
...I relate to most of this song...I am sure others do too. Should we stop dreaming? Or just make our dreams become reality?
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