Building sandcastles
- juansa arissa
- Jul 22, 2005
- 1 min read
One of the greatest things about this job (lifestyle) is that it doesn't feel like a job until you realise you need to move on because you are too comfortable. I think I have an addiction to pushing personal boundaries, to see how full my cup can get. I'm quite it will be the same the next place I go, pretty sure when it gets comfortable, it will become eerily scary - I will feel like a hopeless soul stuck in vaccum. Grateful for the environment. I need to learn to be thankful though I see, I think, I feel and I do (what the gut feels right). Stepping on toes, toeing the line or getting in line?
Dreams made man great.
Dreams made nations great.
Castles are built by man.
Castles are built by dreamers.
Dreamers and greatness - fine line in-between.
Like sandcastles, man's dreaming get swooshed.
Crumbling into the backwash, back into tiny grains.
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