Today, awakened abruptly by my body my mind was seized painfully by nostalgia and the reality of time.

I miss the dreams I was inspired to have. I miss my nationalism, my youth, my idealism. I miss my pure spirituality, my poetic nature, the inspiration to my photographs. I miss being able to marvel at the most random things. I miss my love for the world.

For the strangest of reasons, I traded those in for me. I traded them in for dreams of an entirely different nature. Now money, ambition, god and success drive my world. Those are hard things to have drive your world. Too hard.