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Fuck expectations.
Fuck people who tell you, you can't.
Be awesome.
And have a fantastic weekend and some unicorns!
Imagination becomes reality.
Because a chain-smoking teddybear told us we can do it.
And a guy with weird sunglasses and a cape told us to believe in him if we can't believe in ourselves.
And that he believes in us. 🙂
We travel with our heroes every day. And are inspired to carry on, push forward, be better than we were the day before, because imagined heroes told us we can.
And out of some reason, we believe them. And that believe makes everything possible.
Isn't it amazing that we live in a world that is a nexus for so many stories?
I can't save you.
You have to do that yourself.
But no matter how insignificant and small you might feel, as long as you're alive, you have the potential to be brilliant.
So, how about we try to be the heroes of our own stories for a bit longer?
Not entirely sure what to do with it now, so for now, calling it done. :)
In the end... where is the fun, the adventure, in doing something, when you know it will be a success?