One more unread raving.

You ever just get up one day and your head is just brimming with ideas. You look around you to gaze at the beautiful life and colors everywhere. Have you ever thought of making a story and you slowly refine it until you can see every little part in your head. Now have you ever actually written it down? What is a dream? Is it just the hopes of a child yet to grow up, or is it a goal to strive for? What got in the way? How did your future change from what you wanted to what you got. What happens when you retire is that when you live out your dreams? Life is such a fickle thing. That is why my dream is not to be the best star, get the most money, or even to lead a revolutionary life. No my dream is to make people smile. Doesn't matter how many tears are shed, or how people look at me. In the end I am content that I made someone's time a little bit easier to bear. Even though I know nobody will ever read this if someone does and they get some sort of mild inspiration, or if they just laugh at a dork trying to be emotional, I will know that what i did whas worth it.