Endless scrolling, longing for the life we never had.
In a world where we want to achieve what others achieve, can we truly find ourselves?
Or is it all just a long surreal dream filled with jealousy..
and.. longing
Are your dreams really your own dreams?
We might never know,
Unless
Finally, one awakes in a world focused only on oneself.
As selfish it may sound:
You are your most important person.
Find and follow your dreams.
You should matter the most to yourself.
Because without you, there is no you.
YOU ARE READING
the rain you come across...
Poesia...and the sunrays that find you My and (if you'd like to share) your thoughts. Cringy & edgy, I'm aware. But here, we do not stare
