Who am I to think I can do the things I do?
What makes me the expert, the one who knows the right way and the wrong?
The one who makes decisions, leaps of faith, gives advice based on nothing?
They are fools to think I know anything at all.
Won't they be surprised when they awaken to find this was all simply a dream, a facade, a farce, a sad rendering of reality.
To see it carried away like sand on a beach, like time, like youth.
"All men dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds awake to find that it was vanity. But dreamers of day are dangerous men, that they may act their dreams with open eyes to make it possible."
(T.E. Lawrence)
"You will travel through the valley of rejection, you will reside in the mourning mists, and you will find your way home, though it will not be where you left it." (The Starter Wife)
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