Each night I lay there in the darkness, my mind wandering to familiar places and to places not yet ventured, but places I yearn to find. I dream of my hearts desire and yet I fall asleep knowing it is just a dream and will never be my reality. It's funny how when we are children, our minds tend to only go to the unknown, because we don't have all that experience we have when we become older. We dream of far off places, of Prince Charming in a castle waiting to one day find us, of becoming an artist, or an astronaut; we dream of what our life will become and to us, in our child-like minds, anything is possible.
But, as we grow older, there is a mist that comes into our minds, clouding our child-like dreams and reality comes creeping in without us even noticing. We being to realize that maybe we won't be able to see that far off land, or that there is no such thing as Prince Charming and that we aren't good enough for the profession we dreamed of having as a child. What happens to us? Why do we do this as we get older? Why is it that the world has made us this way, made us forget about dreams? And why do we let it happen?
