We all have dreams, you are lying to yourself if you say you don't... but we grew up, and most of us realized some of those dreams just aren't realistic. I don't know, for some reason I NEVER got past that. I just didn't know how to separate dreams from reality.
For example, there was a time (a very long time) where with my whole entire self thought that Joe Jonas was going to fall in love with me. And not even like every other fan thought so, I thought if I had a moment I would totally swoon him and that would be it. That would be my life. Every day it didn't happen it literally hurt me. Just thinking about it gives me that same feeling in my stomach, that feeling that you just want something SO bad. And I didn't think it was stupid, or just a pipe dream. nope, never. It always seemed attainable to me.
But now, its like... That isn't happening. And a normal person would probably be okay with that because they learned a long time ago that dreams aren't always realistic. But when I dream, I dream effin hard. And I don't know. Now it feels like I am failing myself. Its not like I am not happy and I am not proud of myself and all that I have accomplished.. its just like, I finally realized that all those amazing things I believed so so soooooo truly about my life and my future, well, they just aren't happening. And that hurts. It feels really really really crappy. It makes me sad. Whatever, growing up is alright... but realizing those dreams are over? that isn't.
We are told to follow our dreams, right? But what we should be told is to "let your dreams inspire you, but make them into something realistic, and then follow those". There is nothing wrong with dreaming, but we just have to understand those dreams and not let out life and our happiness revolve around those.