Sometimes the little things are all you've got, all that's left to hold on to except your dreams.
Dreams of the future, far in the distance.
Sometimes the little things are all that will hold on to what you have...all that will keep from ripping you apart.
The dreams are fine, but let them be dreams.
Let them be goals to strive for just a little bit at a time.
Let them be what motivates to keep pulsing at the daily routine, the grind of things that never seem to end.
Let the little things be the glue that bonds the dream together.
Once the glue is gone, the dream is broken beyond repair.
AEM - 1999
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