Turning back the pages of my sweet shattered dream, I wonder if she'll ever do the same; And the thing that I call living is just being satisfied With knowing I've got no one left to blame.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Divorce is something that I never dreamed would happen to me. But it did.
My children have stolen my dreams in a very literal sense. I've lost months in the minutes and hours that Sabine and Zoey have needed me at night, their thin, butterfly-beating hearts pushed against me in the darkness.
I'm blessed to be living this dream of writing and singing, but that's not the real dream I had. The real dream was to make enough money to take care of all the pain and suffering that my mother has been through.
There's a joy and a pain about directing where the dreams you have are becoming concrete but the attention to detail, the need for time is such that it's overwhelming at times, and the stream of responsibility.
I tend to view my life as an accident, almost as a dream.
Don't shed any tears for me. I got to live a dream most people don't get to live.
You have a responsibility to move your dreams forward, no matter what.
As you look back at your life, there are just a million different things that have happened, just in the right way, to allow you to make your dreams come true. And you know, someone has all that under control.
I am a person who has many dreams. But as soon as I accomplish one, I move on to the next. That's my fatal, absurd nature.
I don't think the dreams die - I think that people give up. I think it gets too hard.