They always say California is for dreamers, but I am starting to believe it is not truly dreaming we are doing. Instead, I think we may be wishing, hoping, for our lives to be the way people perceive it to be on TV. Expectations are getting the better of us, and all they do is bring us down. We begin to isolate, withdraw, sometimes even attack. Feeling like the life we should be living is always watching our back. Everything we do to try and achieve it seems like it takes us farther from the goal, to the point where we think maybe what we want isn’t something we actually know. With failure and defeat, we pick ourselves up. Start again, anew, an endless cycle of being in a rut. Dreaming, believing, hoping, and wishing maybe one day we will finally get far enough.
I’m sure this title is something we can all relate to at one point or another. Lack of sleep, stressing about something, and barely making it by. Sometimes it feels like it’s never ending. We do something in which we think will make everything better, but in reality it ends up making our situations worse. You still push through though, with the hope one day things will change, one day you won’t have to struggle. Deep down, you know that day will come, it could be tomorrow, next year, when you’re 60. Whenever it is, it’s the reason you keep going, and one day you’ll look back to all your struggles and be proud of who you became.