“Dreams” such a small word yet it can make reference to those little pictures we see while we sleep, as well as the things that are not quite at our reach but that we hope to attain.

Taking that second connotation…Many times I’ve been told that I’m a dreamer, as well as that I should get back down to earth and face my limitations. Although I’m aware of said limitations, to tell you the truth, I don’t care much for them. Why live life without expectations, without dreams? That doesn’t make sense to me. If I don’t aspire to wake tomorrow, why not kill myself now?

Not only that…Why limit myself by trying to fulfill only my dreams? It’s such a wonderful thing to meet our goals (at least I like it when I get something I’ve been wanting really badly). Why not help others get what they wish? I love doing that with my friends. Knowing that they dream of something, and that with a little help they can get it…I think it is even more exciting than getting my own wish, just knowing someone else’s dream was made possible, in part, because of me.

Many don’t understand this…this…special treatment. Some missinterpret it, but many appreciate it.

I guess I like making people happy. Even if I’m down, making someone else feel better makes me feel better myself.