Today as I walked from one of my classes I caught myself doing some serious day-dreaming. There are certain times in my life when, to make things seem more bearable, I imagine I'm somewhere else living another life. I imagine myself and my surroundings to be in a different place and time. I could be walking around, incredibly intelligent mind you, at Harvard. Or sometimes I'm a hip young single living on her own in Nashville just waiting to be discovered by a talent agent, or a rising young song-writer, whichever comes first. It makes things seem easier to do if I can imagine for just a minute that I'm not where I am, waiting for finals to come and go. It isn't that I don't like where my life is heading, but I'm a dreamer. I like to think that I could have the great life I dream of because that is the way I set my goals. They may seem far-fetched and crazy to some people, but to me they are the fuel for my future. My imagination is the key to my drive because it reveals in me my wildest passions for life. It helps me see where I think I might thrive. Ok, so I'll never be a Harvard grad. It still makes me think that I can do my best on my work and be just as good as someone who does go there. I'm idealistic, yet very realistic. I think that smacks me right into the optimist category. I don't think that my dreams are terribly fantastic. Some are more ridiculous than others, but it's still thrilling to dream them occasionally. Dreaming is what I believe will keep me young as I get older and grayer. I am happy to hope.
Peace
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