McDreamy

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, long I stood, I do not know which to trod. The rest are in future tense.

I had big dreams, and I am achieving none. That hurts, and I hate having such humongous aspiration. And I am certainly envy at the easily-satisfied. Satisfaction generates happiness, and they are directly proportional.

McDreamy dreams, I shall try and live. Realization or not, let it be the future tense. One day when I rock the rattan chair, I’ll be happy just because I’ve tried.