What once was in our minds, shouldn't be there to haunt us.

[franceslievens]

Coming back with Little One from a trip outside the school premises I cross one of my old professors when entering the building. And in a rush every dream I had when he taught me comes back into my mind, immediately followed by the realisation I'm doing now what I always said I'd never be doing: teaching. I can give numerous reasons for why I didn't succeed in following my dreams: I'm too shy, I'm not ambitious enough... There is no truer reason than that I have never chosen in life, but let life choose for me. There never was persuing of dreams. What doesn't mean there weren't any dreams. If wishes were horses, I'd be standing knee-deep in their excrements.

Comments

[frenchani.livejournal.com]

You know, speaking of haunting stuff, now every time I see your icon I can hear that "Victory "song and picture Daan doing the V thing with his fingers! It's disturbing...

[frances-lievens.livejournal.com]

Not disturbing, just wicked cool. ;-)