more than sharks, spiders, heights, more than anything in the world, even death, i fear looking back at my life and realizing that i haven't changed at all. i always set goals before me, always trying to better myself, and seeing none of those goals met scares me. if i don't change now, will i forever be this incomplete person.
i look at those who have accomplish great things, and always wonder what in them makes them succeed. is it that they are more talented, greater motivation, or even just born into the right family with the riches to achieve anything. always a fan of the underdog, i can't be happier when i see boston, the dodgers, or even smush parker win a game or two. when i see such teams play, i assume that they win purely by heart, because they certainly don't have much talent. and it always gives me hope because all i feel i have is heart. its always nice to look out the window and see those very few flakes of hope. i even think of rudy being carried off the field after years of hoping and never giving up.
so what i'm trying to get at is that i fear that my dreams, whatever they may be, will never be realized. so should i stop dreaming? oh no. definitely not. having dreams is what makes life tolerable.
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