“I just want to make sure my bills are paid every month.”
“I just want a small house to live in.”
“I just want to spend my days drunk and carefree.”
“I just want to have a decent Christmas.”
“I just want to be happy more than not.”
“I just want to have a decent job, and to come back home to a spouse that love me.”
“I just want a decent job.”
“I just want a job.”
The greatest danger for most of us is not that our aim is too high and we miss it, but that it is too low and we reach it.
Whatever happened to the kids that wished for the moon? That wished to change the world, that wished for stories to be told about their heroics hundreds of years from now, that wished not for just their happiness, but for all the world’s?
What happened to the kids in us all that wanted to be astronauts? Why has adulthood robbed us of big dreams? Of the moon?
Michelangelo di Lodovico Buonarroti Simoni