I’ve gone through years of people snickering because i’m a dreamer, and dreamers are stupid and naive and going to fall back down to earth with a bang one day, “just you wait”. But who says we have to. Who says we ever have to come back down at all; whether that be crashing down or gradually deciding the ground is safer. Sure, floating around in dreams is dangerous. Thinking big is dangerous because the bigger your dreams the more it’ll hurt when reality kicks you down and watches you struggle to pick yourself up again and again. But it’ll hurt because it means something. It’ll hurt because dreaming is the life and soul of a person. I could spend my life safely on the ground where there’s nowhere to fall… but i’d rather live up in the stars, strong and alive and daring the world to knock me down. Because the joke will be on them when i bounce back stronger every time. I’ll be the one laughing when i’m shining brighter than they ever could.