Dead Dreamers 


Remember when you wanted to be an astronaut when you grew up? The time when you wore your mothers’s necklace as a tiara and pretended to be a princess? That hot summer afternoon when you baked your first cake from scratch and made a plan to become a pastry chef? Every kid held a thousand dreams in their tiny sparkly eyes. Only a dozen got to see the sunlight as a young adult. The slowly dimming sparkle of the dreams was now replaced by shopping carts and relationship goals. Most of us don’t even dream anymore. Just an endless dark tunnel before the alarm clock goes off for another day in the wait of a weekend. A weekend spent in trying to push those dreams further away to live our meaningless lives with a little less misery.

Why do we do what we do? Why do we spend the best…

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