DREAMS, DREAMS, DREAMS

Your vision will become clear only when you look into your heart. Who looks outside, dreams. Who looks inside, awakens. {Carl Jung}

Oh. fluff. I love it.

Abby and I made lists on Friday because I had a supremely awful day and I resort to daydreaming about the future in attempts to sort of morph the reality of my existence by assuming it could soon turn to brighter things. I make lists of places I'd like to travel (i.e. nepal or madagascar), people i'd like to become friends with (david sedaris or karen o), or places and things i'd like to be in and doing instead of where I am right now (like in a treehouse in some sunlit forest with my feet dangling over the railing, a friend beside me sitting on a stump or some makeshift wooden chair, playing the guitar).

We made lists of our dream jobs, and I wrote things like: working as a designer for some indie record label, or starting a publication in the city that promoted world events and humanitarianism and environmentalism and artistic expression. And I want to be a photo journalist and work for National Geographic, and start a cafe that has food and deserts from all cultures, and work for the peace corp, and become a lifelong missionary.

And I was reminded that life is full of endless possibilities, that involve hard work and courage and risk, that I am both terrified and ecstatic to attempt.

But I just might.

Everybody knows that life can be wonderful.