I’m afraid not to have my dreams.
I have seen many people, some close friends included, who left their dreams behind, who decided to let them go.
I am frightened to witness their lives, with the black hole of meaningless future in front of them. With the present that consist of mere complains. With the past which is only a memory of pain. I’m afraid of all those who forgot the word ‘perspective’.
I avoid to look into their eyes with nothing in there, but fear, fear of emptiness that comes from inside.
I am horrified I can be like this. So I follow my dreams.