The pressure of survival in the big city will make you lose sight of your dream... Hang in there.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I'm accepting I'm not living that younger, dreamed version of myself in the big city.
I grew up 150-200 miles from any city. You simply didn't have much connection with the outside world. So my dreams were always to get out. It's a familiar kind of thing, I think, for anybody in a small town.
I feel like, big city or small town, you can relate to following your parents' footsteps or putting your own dreams on the back burner or vices that we get caught up in - that whole cycle. That's not just a small-town thing. That's a life thing.
The ever increasing spiritual damage caused by life within the big city will make this hunger practically uncontrollable when we build here on this the landscape of our homeland we must be clear that we will protect its beauty.
Don't feel you have to stick to plans, because something better might come up; and try to blend in, because you see more. I've learnt that the principles of moving around a big city are the same everywhere; only the people and streets are different.
If your world doesn't allow you to dream, move to one where you can.
You've got to dream a little bit if you're going to get somewhere.
Dreams can still come true; you need a great deal of energy and determination, and a little bit of luck.
You've got to have a dream... if you don't have any big dreams, nothing happens.
The city has to do what any citizen or family does, when you have a dream. You tighten your belt. You sacrifice some luxuries. Above all, you don't waste a dime.