Why is it so hard these days to be friends with a member of the opposite sex without the right person thinking you’re sexually involved with them, why is it such a crime to be friends? Life isn’t like a fairy tale, about ninety percent of life is full of shit chasing you left right and centre until it covers you and you can’t breathe anymore, eight percent of life is the joy and happiness of living life, falling in love, and being on the ultimate non-drug induced high. Most people count on that eight percent because it’s the happiest they’ll ever be until the ninety-percent comes chasing after you again, the ninety-percent of life is the most dominant one it will come and get you time and time again, some fall through it but only the strong survive, you can enjoy the eight percent to the fullest but don’t be surprised when the ninety percent gets it’s marching orders to come for you again, it is inevitable.
Then there’s the other two percent that completes life, one percent dreams and the last percent death.
The meanings of dreams are different to all people; most people believe you dream about what’s currently on your mind as you go to sleep or something that you think about non-stop. To others dreams are a gateway, a path that should be followed with a lot of hidden meanings, much like a super crossword puzzle you have to keep searching and searching until you find what you’ve been looking for, many different people dream many different things and they all have a significance or importance to that individual who may or may not choose to even believe that their dreams are a gateway to some unknown ultimate.
All dreamers have a hidden ultimate that their destined for, the reason many don’t reach that destination is because they choose not to believe, it’s all about belief, believe in God, believe in the North Pole, believe in love, believe in magic, believe in yourself and others, believe in your life because you’re the only person in this world who can believe enough to get you to your ultimate path, it’s all about the belief in dreams.
You never know about the last percent, it may creep up on you and miss many times, but there will be a day that it wont miss and will hit you smack bang in the middle of the head, that’s when its all over; when all your life has been taken from you, and no one wants to die for nothing, this is where dreams comes into it again; follow them, make something out of them and live them so at least you know you died for something