I’ve been thinking about life and how things change as we get older, how thoughts and wishes change too. When I was younger I wanted millions and millions of pounds so I could do whatever I wanted. As I’ve got older I’d be happy to just not have a mortgage or to be able to only work when I want to. All of the things I’d like to do in life are getting simpler too. Having a stable mind would be enough right now. I almost fear to dream a little at the minute. I’m not sure why though. Maybe because the world beats me down at every turn lately. It’s funny because I fight back hard and just as it looks like I’m getting my head above water shit happens and I start to sink again. I honestly think if I wasn’t quite as strong or resilient as I am I’d of checked out a while ago, but that’s not for me. No. I’m going to keep fighting and pushing, screaming and shouting.
