It’s inexplicable, unpredictable, and often unexpected. When it arrives, however one will always recognize their true passion, their drive their destined dreams. But what happens when one finds this passion and cannot pursue it?
I think at times I have found possibly the one thing that could make me happy for my whole life. And either my logic overrides my ability to pursue this dream. (If I put myself fully into this I’d be living in a box and unable to do the things I love anyway)
Or my life and uncontrolled variables come in my way and prevent me from fully gaining my dreams.
Life’s a bitch