It's funny because when you're a child, you believe you can be
anything you want to be, go wherever you want to go. There's no limit to what
you can dream. You expect the unexpected, you believe in magic, in fairy tales,
and in possibilities. Then you grow older and that innocence is shattered and
somewhere along the way the reality of life gets in the way and you're hit by
the realization that you can't be all you wanted to be, you just might have to
settle for a little bit less.
Or perhaps a variation of what you once wanted.
Why do we stop believing in ourselves? Why do we let facts and figures and anything but dreams rule our lives?
― Cecelia Ahern, Love, Rosie
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