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All of our brains have been crippled by consumerist culture to the point that we cannot hope for more than enough money to live another year and maybe have enough left for an iced latte and a Netflix subscription.
Our generation being defined by our inability to dream is suddenly a large possibility in my mind.
It isn't that dreaming is difficult, it's that it's entirely out of reach. Why make plans for a future that doesn't exist?
Why dream big when someone else will always be bigger?
Why try when it's already destined that you will fail?
The only thing I have to hope for now, is hope itself. I find myself wishing for nothing except a day when I CAN dream, and move towards those dreams. I feel so powerless in the world, that I can't even control my own life. That isn't even true, but it's how I feel.
Everything is so depressing, all the time. Maybe it's just that time of year, but I've never had seasonal depression like this. It feels like spring will never come, never ever ever ever. And the fuzzy snow in my mind will never melt away!
Even though I feel like that, I'm going to put all my efforts into just hoping! With every step I take, I'm going to hope it's the right one.
Hopefully one day I'll wake up and I won't feel like I'm scrambling up a mountain. Spring will come, and I'll be wandering through a field of flowers.
Our generation being defined by our inability to dream is suddenly a large possibility in my mind.
It isn't that dreaming is difficult, it's that it's entirely out of reach. Why make plans for a future that doesn't exist?
Why dream big when someone else will always be bigger?
Why try when it's already destined that you will fail?
The only thing I have to hope for now, is hope itself. I find myself wishing for nothing except a day when I CAN dream, and move towards those dreams. I feel so powerless in the world, that I can't even control my own life. That isn't even true, but it's how I feel.
Everything is so depressing, all the time. Maybe it's just that time of year, but I've never had seasonal depression like this. It feels like spring will never come, never ever ever ever. And the fuzzy snow in my mind will never melt away!
Even though I feel like that, I'm going to put all my efforts into just hoping! With every step I take, I'm going to hope it's the right one.
Hopefully one day I'll wake up and I won't feel like I'm scrambling up a mountain. Spring will come, and I'll be wandering through a field of flowers.
