I see people trapped in the currency of money, always asking about the practicality and obstacles of fulfilling a dream. They list the reasons why it may not work and focus on rules and limitations. No one dares to push boundaries. I see the window. They see the walls. I see the books, the pictures, the art, the light. My currency is the dream. They see the downsides and treat me like a child. Is dreaming childish? Yes, perhaps. But without these childish dreams, I would be left sitting within walls and boundaries. Let me go to my window! No matter how much money it brings.
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