Real life is a funny thing you know. In really life we grow up dreaming of princesses and pixie dust. We wish for things by throwing a coin in a fountain or on a shooting star. We lay our head in our pillows fantasizing of what could be, what should be, what you want to be. We grow up only knowing fairytales.
And one day you wake up and you’re not a kid anymore. You walk down the street to the sight of boring black and grey suits with empty faces. We throw that coin in the fountain knowing that no magic fairy is coming to grant your wishes. We find ourselves only wishing to come to that time of day where we can lay our head on that pillow and dream of what could be, of what should be, what you want to be.
Maybe it’s to take the job that is rightfully yours. Maybe it’s to run down that isle and tell the one you love not to marry. Maybe it’s just to follow your heart no matter where it leads you.
I think most of us fear reaching the end of our life, looking back regretting the moments we didn't say 'I love you'. When we should have said 'I'm sorry', or when we didn't stand up for ourselves at the time being.
So say it to them, go do those things that you only dream of doing when your head lays on that pillow at night.
Go write a book that could be the next best seller or go sky diving in Grand Cannon. I think you deserve to look back on your life without a chorus of resounding voices saying 'I could have, but it's too late now,'
There is a time for silence. There is a time for waiting your turn. But if you know how you feel, and you so clearly know what you need to say, you'll know it.
I don't think you should wait. I think you should speak now.
Some of these words are property of Taylor Swift!(: Hope you enjoy reading(;
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