こんにちは人類、私はHaileyブログである

She lives in an imaginary world and words are little ants walking across a page
she reacts to the name Rachel, sadly such a common name
quirks are what makes her day
http://psychedelisch.tumblr.com/
offer her a kat (meowmeow) and she'd ♥ you forever
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I always wondered,
why as a child we had aspirations that most of the time were considered unrealistic.

"Why can't i be an electric guitar shredding face painted rock star?"
"Why can't i be milk man ( just because he has to be a man )."
"I can be an accountant ! ( ewwwww ? )

We always get answers like, dont be silly dear, be realistic. Reality is a bitch then. As we grow up, our aspirations become altered, like for example, "i'm going to be an accountant", no offense to accountants/ accounting people/accounting things/accounting aliens but unless you really love numbers and working with your OCD, i dont see how you can actually enjoy that job. In place to make up for the fact you can't be what you want, you push it to the side, and say its a Hobby.

I don't know, it just makes me feel pretty sad to think when we grow up, we lose sight of how it is like to be fun, to want fun, to enjoy the simplest of things. We were once able to say "Heyyyy i want to be an astronaut ! " let your kids aim unrealistically to fuel their imagination and in fact there is no pain in letting them aim high. what if every rock star's parents told them don't be silly crushing their dreams.
on a side note: sheeeeesh, i wanted to be part of the fire brigade, just because im bad ass. chhhhbooya.

For fear that one day, id forget how it was to be like who i am at this very moment, and who would be there to tell me that, " you know you've turned into an old prune".