I love to play pretend. Blame it on my overactive creative imagination, my free time, or my old soul that had me pegged for 20 at the age of 11....any of the aforementioned will do. I day dream to a point that is unheard of. All day long I imagine my dreams as reality and to make matters worse I often play into fantasies that aren't really possible, yet are undeniably delicious. I'm not sure what's worse...a life without dreams or a life built on fantasy that may never come true. Are we are our own reality? Can we make our wildest dreams come true just by believing? If we build it, will they come? These are the questions that fill my afternoons. I'm fairly certain, I live my life in a state of permanent VACATION. But I ask you, is it wrong if everything is turning out almost exactly as I dreamed?
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