The Leech Called Life

I am a dreamer. I have been all of my life. My dreams are big. My dreams are extravagant. My dreams are intricate. But who is to say that my dreams are unrealistic? Unreachable? Larger than life? No one. No one but God has that kind of authority over me. So many times life comes in and tries to sabotage my dreams. People will look at me and say:

"You're too young..."

"You're too small..."

"You're too weak..."

"You're too inexperienced..."

"You're too loud..."

"You're too sensitive..."

What are these things? Excuses. Nothing but excuses for me to be "normal" like the rest of the people in the world. Excuses that will make me blend in with the rest of this hum drum society. I don't want to be like everyone else. I don't want a normal job with a normal house and a normal family. I want to be different. The only people who make a difference in the world are "different". I want to break the mold of normalcy. Life wants me to be something practical like an accountant, I want to be something creative like a musician. Life wants me to settle down and marry, I want to travel and see the world. Just because I live in this world doesn't mean that I have to do whatever people expect or think. And I more than likely won't.