To dream is to live, and to live is to reason. Perhaps that’s where hope came into her life—to give her a reason, so she could live. But she knew all too well that reasons weren’t answers, and hope wasn’t her saviour.
She’s lived—lived watching every second of her life slip with the fear of regret. and in the silent pursuit of her dreams, she came to understand that living—chasing after an answer that was never meant to be yours—meant hope was a pathological liar. Even if, sometimes, all you needed was a beautiful lie to live with. Because at the end, some dreams were never meant to be lived—just a fallacy for hope to exist.
haha, i had the urge to write. its peak exam season and i felt like writing. rip exams. but this is the outro, the intro, the beggining i forgot what we call it to my novel about a girl with like dreams, same old same life sucks, life hit her, did not want to dream.
wow, why this sound so much like... life. this is just me in my existential crisis era, lowkey feeling it. but thats when you express and you express so you can writeeee. #poetry. #philosophy
and i mentioned this before in my posts earlier, itll be a very animated story type. a lot of deep, existential stuff wrapped with funny cute cartoon like characters. very dream fantasy core . if it was not obvious, my inspiration is from pixar! soul and inside out to be precise.
and idk, i just want to write what i feel without being afraid. no judgement type stuff (am i just dumping atp? yeah) it just feels nice getting that off my shoulder.
okay goodbye. if you are reading this, you are loved.
