I feel guilty for not keeping up with my writing. My energy is ebbing away. Progress is abysmal. Success is remote. Freedom is sacrosanct.
Every step I took over the past ten days has brought with it myriad questions that I haven’t been able to answer satisfactorily.
Do you pursue your dreams or stay awake in reality?
What do you do to make the dream a reality?
What if your pursuit proves the dream to be a nightmare?
What happens then, when you wake from the nightmare?
Would you question yourself for taking the nap?
What happens now that you’ve awoken – Can you resume your pre-nap activities?
Social norms govern. Everyone judges. Money matters.
I believe in ideas. I value experiences. I enjoy creation.
But I am rational. Pragmatic. Fearful. Uncertain.
I don’t wish to disappoint those who mattered, cared and helped. Should this even be considered?
I am merely me – judged, governed, and paying my bills.