Dreaming up a perfect little world,

a perfect romance,

a perfect partner,

a perfect meal,

Perfection that’s perfect.

In all these godforsaken expectations we lose the meaning of it all.

The outlook is never as bleak as we believe, never as beautiful as we yearn.

Damn it all to hell,

Embody the ultimate form of protest in this cynical world we inhabit,

The form of the hopeless romantic.

Chase what you dream of, even if it never becomes reality, for it is better to epitomize your ideals and battle for them, than to meander aimlessly through the void.

We are traveling through space on a giant rock, how much more fantastical can all this be?

How many signs do you need to see?

How many sleepless nights do you need to realize this can all end tomorrow, washed away by the mighty sea?

The bohemian heart speaks to all of us, we all hold that spark in our eyes, and endless wonder in our soul that could grow like the majestic oak tree.

If we can’t hold on to that simple fact, we will continue living a robotic life, dragged away by circumstances and momentum.

This is the sword I will die on, this is the truth my heart speaks of.

I hope one day you can find yours.

Make that choice, or the choice will be made for you.