Think about what you wanted to be as a kid
a super hero, A rock star, the president..
we all had big dreams but somewhere they change and we become more “realistic”.
Why can’t I be a rock star or a super hero or the president?
Because other people told me I can’t?
you live you’re life at a 9-5 where you’re miserable
if you were to tell your child self what life is now? Would u do anything different? Would you pursue your dreams? Write that book? Record that song?
If you could repeat life would you?
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You know...I asked myself this series of questions many times. One big one being "Would the young you be happy with the you today?" Some choices I've made would scare him while others would excite.
I’m completely with you I’m glad I’m not the only one
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