*chuckle*
You know... just when the details of every day life start to nag at you and get you down, it's so awesome when all that just gets shattered to pieces. I so easily get down on myself or lose hope, but then I'm just reminded in so many subtle and different ways that I matter and that my dreams aren't worthless. I guess what I'm beginning to realize is that it's not even my dreams that are specifically what matter, but just that I never ever stop fighting for them. That's what matters.
I've said it before. The instant you give up on yourself is the moment that you die. Maybe not physically... but emotionally. I will not become yet another hopeless, apathetic, self-pitying dreamer that only wishes upon the stars. I will fight forward so that I can not just make a difference or hope for change. I want to be a difference and be a change.
The big picture. The bird's eyes view. That's all it takes. I could live a lifetime and only have a positive effect on one person, but it's worth it. I won't be remembered for giving up. I won't.