dream

i was thinking, if i wasn't a writer, i'd be a 'baker' (i sound 'half baked'). but yes, seriously, if i wasn't a writer, that would be my next career/life path. i love being a writer but ...

to dream of a beautiful bakery cum cafe, i'd concoct delicious creations all day long. bake whatever suits my fancy that day. dream of beautiful new wonders. play around with cream, sugar and flour. have people visit and eat in a wonderland. serve good coffee; surrounded by delicious aromas every minute of the day. sigh ....

dream. just a dream.

coz being the realist, reality pokes at me (more like stab actually). what about the bills? the stock balance? in-flow, out-flow, staffing? ... eeewww, yucks.

but that's what we need isn't it? i think to keep our mental state balanced, to keep hope and vision in us alive, we need to dream the impossible sometimes. feed the fantasy within. stay connected to your childhood whims.
but of course, don't go overboard. i'm talking about the pure and fun. nothing wicked. haha.

so, dream.