Can we really choose to give up on our dreams? To me, something about that seems inherently very paradoxical. The very moment we choose to abandon them, are they still our “dreams”? Or have they become the many “wants” we have in life. I guess this discussion is almost a bit precise in a sense – nitpicking on the definition of the word “dream”. But really, do we go about dreams in a “its a good thing to have” attitude, or do we prepare ourselves to fight, struggle, and sweat our hearts out to achieve it?
We can always run until we’re tired, but I think I would rather forever chase that glowing red sunset.