Originally the dream was just survival. Dare nothing past the essentials for fear of being smacked off that high horse of; ‘Who the fuck do you think you are?’
The mind was quieted for many a score with internal interests of learning how to be still with fears and dreams and somehow simply be…
The dream of not caring what others think at times seemed unattainable and yet here we are on a rock hurtling through time and space..
How lucky is that?