Wednesday Works: A Letter to the Inner Child

Adulthood is where dreams go to die. Where the light of desires and wishes is snuffed out by the heavy demands of adulthood. Silently, they die, screams unheard between bills to pay and the green desire of more more more!

Adulthood is where dreams go to die. Snuffed out in youth by the distractions of the old man screaming for you to meet him, the old woman content to shout and scream, demand your attention now in the brightness of your potential, only to snuff it out as easily as blowing out a candle.

So dream now.

Create now.

Feel something now and do something silly now.

Before it’s too late.

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