So, What Happened To All The Big Dreams?

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Once in a while ...well, more than usual, I wonder about all the dreams I had when I was a kid. In my brain there are files of big dreams.  Some dreams did come true while others faded away, but only to come back like an annoying itch. I've always had BIG dreams. So, what's wrong with that?

Being superman isn't too much to ask, is it? I use to dream of being a super hero and saving lives. I wanted to be Batman, The Flash, and Captain America. Now all these super hero suck! Really. It's the film industry that's at fault, here. Our child hood heroes are all gone to shit and you can thank Hollywood for that. But that's another issue.

I envisioned myself as a business magnate.  I saw myself traveling the world. I saw myself reaching every goal I put in place since I was twelve. Yes, I reached every goal ... in my head.

I had a marvelous mansion. I had butlers, maids and chauffeurs. I had everything anyone could ever want. Big dreams were a handful those early days of childhood.  Could you imagine being nothing? I couldn't it. I don't think any kid dreams of being nothing. We all have our big dreams.

When you grow up your dreams change. There still there, but in the back of your mind. They secretly come out at times. Now, I don't regret many things, but I do regret some things.

We are all program by society. Our dreams diminish because at a very young age, family and society builds our belief system into their own fucking crap. As we get older and a bit wiser (and only if we're lucky) we try to "deprogram" our mind from all the brainwashing.

Am I bitter? No, I don't think I am. Just don't fucking ask me, "Hey, where the fuck is your mansion?"

But now that I got older and maybe a bit wiser (I think), I try to shoot for the stars. I create my belief system. It's worked out pretty good. I am a successful business owner. I am a screenwriter. I am a musician.  Life is not perfect. It's a roller-coaster ride, but it's still good.

I'm superman in my head. I fly all over the world in my head. I have big dreams and a big soul. This is my ticket for greatness.

What happened to all the big dreams? I still have a hold on them and they are not annoying anymore. They put a smile on my face.

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