Stranger than your sympathy

- Dreams are funny things. They can be enlightening, disappointing, ridiculous, incredible. And always believable, somehow. Doubt all you like, but if you have the dreams, you're believing.
- But what if everything is standing in the way? My dreams at the moment seem so unreachable. And too heady. If they came true I can barely imagine how I'd cope. What happens when we get everything we want?

- I'm usually a happy person. Something's changed recently, and I can't put my finger on it, but I'm not so happy any more. Not like before. 
- I think it's because my dreams were always close in check. Now I'm wide-eyed and vulnerable because I'm letting myself hope for things beyond arm's reach. Is it better not to hope? It hurts less.

- I think what I need to do right now is remember how wonderful it felt to be ordinary. Not to 'try' like Buk said. To consign my dreams to a far-off corner of my mind and stop hoping with reckless abandon. 
- Perhaps expecting less is the key to feeling better? It's hopelessly bleak.