It is very strange, this domination of our intellect by our digestive organs. We cannot work, we cannot think, unless our stomach wills so. It dictates to us our emotions, our passions. After eggs and bacon it says, "Work!" After beefsteak and porter, it says, "Sleep!" After a cup of tea (two spoonfuls for each cup, and don't let it stand for more than three minutes), it says to the brain, "Now rise, and show your strength. Be eloquent, and deep, and tender; see, with a clear eye, into Nature, and into life: spread your white wings of quivering thought, and soar, a god-like spirit, over the whirling world beneath you, up through long lanes of flaming stars to the gates of eternity!" ~Jerome K. Jerome, Three Men in a Boat


I must not let go of my dreams. Seems like everyday, it has been pushed in deeper instead of bursting out.STOP.STOP.STOP!!! I need to meet more dreamers. I need to dream more. Anyone willing to ride a silly adventure with me into the unknown?

Dream big. Dream wild. Shut your ears to the negative. Invite the positive.

And though I know I'm submerged very much in the negative around me, I can always look for the positive elsewhere. That, is the balance I enjoy most. That balance, gives me hope for in it, I see the reflection of the dreamer that I once was, and now hoping to return to. Perhaps in that, my dreams could be realized =)