I rewatched Marley and Me last night... And it got me thinking.
What if we're supposed to not follow our dreams, and that our real place in life is the road that crushed and pulverized every beautiful dream that we had for ourselves?
I don't have any great powerful insights to make, but what do you do when you finally reach a fork in your life where it's too late to turn around and undo the things you've done? What then? Should I settle for the life that I never wanted?
Agh! 3:24am, I am much too young to be having these thoughts.
