Today, I was staring at the skies, wondering.

I wondered if I will be happier if I didn't have the intellectual capacity to think. This is not to say that I am not grateful for being blessed with a rather developed cerebral cortex, nor am I being boastful, nor am I trying to say that I am exceptionally brainy, mind you. I was just playing with the thought that, should I be less intelligent, I will perhaps do badly in school. I may not even dare entertain thoughts of a higher education. I might be happier, because I will be contented in my safe, inexpensive well. I will not have the capacity to dream the dreams I dreamt. I will not be disappointed when I am crippled by the futility of accomplishments, when I am restricted by earthly means. I will not spend my life in regret & dissatisfaction, in reminiscing the might-have-beens. 

I guess everybody, at some point of their lives, had a Dream. It's just that, as we grow older, reality shrouds this little ambition with too much self-important responsibilities, so much so that we eventually lose sight of it. Once in awhile, the Dream gets elicited - but mainly, it got brushed away as some kind of clandestine memory. Gradually, adaptable as we are, the dreams become nothing more than a dull, aching thump that we slowly get used to and, eventually, think nothing of.

Today, I was staring at the skies, and I realized:

Don't believe it when they say that the skies are the limits.

Your bank account is.

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