Growing up, whenever anyone would ask you what you wanted to be they always said to follow your dreams.
I find it rather funny though, because around the time you get out of high school those same people start asking you again what you’re really going to do, as if that dream you have will be nothing more than such.
I feel like all that time, they allow you to live in this fantasy world, then they throw you to the wolves of reality without ever really teaching us how to survive. After that, it’s up to you to figure out how to survive- that’s the scariest part.