We make things up sometimes just for fun. And, sometimes we make things up because we wish it actually happened in that way. We don't quite understand why our minds and actions work separately, but they do and because of it we are left wrenched, exhausted and beaten when in reality we haven't even started. So, where do we begin when we have already built up so much against us? At the beginning? Where is that place? Is it even a place? Most likely it is a state of mind without an address. An address is simply a place to get mail. It can change wherever we land at the moment. But, maybe an address is a place to till the earth and build roots.
When do I get to start this awesome adventure? Soon, maybe tomorrow? Maybe tonight in my dreams. I think it was Cinderella who said, "dreams are wishes your heart makes."
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