it’s almost Sunday already, this week started like shit but it seems to be ending with a bang. bang into a wall, literally.

I had the most inspiring meeting on Thursday. and had one of the worse on Friday. and I realise the striking differences lies in how these people visualise, plan and execute their dreams. Friday was so bad, I was crying inside during the meeting and just crying after that. yes, like a baby. and that’s probably explains why i totally let myself lose and just get as drunk as I can last night.

I like dreams that scares you, and maybe even make u pee in your pants just thinking about it. at the same time, I like simple dreams, simple aspiration. some may call it naive, some may call it stupid. but apparently to me, it’s dreams like these that really warm the heart an hearts. and I realise it’s dreams like this that really pushes me and inspire me to do things I enjoy doing further. that it’s actually dreams like this that forces me to challenge my limit and give me an even better reason to look forward to waking up the next day every night.

as much as Thursday meeting was inspiring. I end up finding myself sadden that I have actually lost sights of some things. but perhaps that meeting was fixed, just to give me a gentle reminder of the reason I do the things I do.