I don't paint anymore

Everybody at some point in their life has sat up at night smiling, thinking about how they want their lives to go. Some people will never admit it but we all do. Rather it's about love, or the family, or the job, or even the car of your dreams. We all do it. But what people rarely expect is how those plans almost always fall apart, unless your one of the lucky ones. But I'm not here to talk about the lucky ones. I'm here to talk about the other people. The ones watching their dreams slowly fall away. The ones who are just existing in a loop. too scared to paint anymore pictures on the walls of their hearts. How do we find the courage to dream again? How do we find the room for anymore paintings?