mark_tuan
im sorry...
i just feel so alone and
you're the only one
coming to mind who i
could talk to about it...
soo, today, when as
usually i had nothing to
do, i turned one the TV and
at that moment ran an
interview with kids about
what they'd like to do as
a job in the future...
so each of them had a
response, from „i wanna
be a princess", over „i
wanna be a chef cook" to
„i wanna be a veterinarian"
they all had a dream,
every single one of them
later then came a show
featuring artists that
talked about how they
became the ones they
are today...
they all lived for what
they were doing, they
sacrificed so much for it
and they'd do it all over
again...
no matter how much they
gave up on, no matter how
hard they had to fight, no
matter how difficult the way
was up to what they had
now, one thing connected
them all:
they were endlessly happy,
you could see it in the
sparkles in their eyes
while talking about what
they loved so much, you
could see it in their happy
faces, in the bright smile
they all had,
they were happy
and even more important
for me; xthey, the artists
and the little children;
they were so passionate,
they had a dream
two things i'll never have,
neither a dream, nor the
tiniest bit of passion,
nothing.
and i can't tell you what's
worse
again i'm sorry
♥️
_______
someone wanna tell me that this wasn't total crap?
i hope you like it 💚
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