The late night dreams
Looking back in the past made me flustered, but instead of that, I look for the moments of pride, courage, determination, and the craziness of being the best. I am proud of that little girl who made it all in her own way. She got embarrassed, rejected, and failed but never gave up. She showed her inherent tenacity.
It's midnight, and my hands are full of tasks, but I am not eager to do any of them. Instead, I am trying to find something that takes me out of this realm.
Eager to disappear in the vastness of gigantic universal clouds, just to contribute in the every expanding entropic system, as a dust particle.
Nothing is much denser than that hold of being something in this vivid world of illusion. Reality seems to be overrated, actually nobody even interested in it.
Look at yourself where you stand?, at a bane of your existence or an intersection of your dreams,desires and expectations.
The most hilarious of all this is, that everything you hit into is your choice.
Dreams are not for imagination, but for real experience.
Go get them, choose your regrets
Relish your dreams choices
Midnight at its peak!🌼
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