sometimes we forget to dream. because we have no time. because we are tired after the exertions of just keeping a basic life running. because it becomes an easy excuse.

but i wonder, are you truly alive, or just existing, if you forget to dream.

no matter what happens, in 60-70 yrs (?) it wont matter, cos we will be dead and either in heaven, or in hell.

and then we will look back and hopefully, we completed the mission He had for us..

i wonder how much more down time i need before i jump back in the river.

i read this book, 'Who moved my cheese?'. heard of it before but never thought to read it, till i was waiting for Isaac to be done in a bookstore.

this phrase struck me.

' what would you do if you weren't afraid? '

something to think about.