I’ve always been a dreamer. To some, it was my best quality; others would tell me to get my head out of the clouds. I knew my love was out there.
We shouldn’t be romanticizing heroes that don’t do anything wrong. Perfection doesn’t exist and, if it’s all we expect, we’re bound to be disappointed.
Why is a strong sense of connection, something so natural and vital, so difficult for us to create? Why do so many of us feel so lonely?