Excessive Aspirations [en]

My dreams for the future sit amongst the stars.

I look up. There they are, beautiful and shining. Perfect in the frozen night that surrounds them.

No wonder I’m afraid of saying “this is it, here I am.” No wonder I’m on a neverending climb and refuse to reach the end of the ladder. I’d rather jump off and start going up another one. I don’t want to reach the last rung and see now far below the stars my life is.

They are too far off and way too perfect. Anything I do will never match up to those standards.

Maybe I need to swap my stars for clouds.

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