I used to think dreams were for the rich. The ones with money. And that if you weren’t allowed it when you were born then you were just out of luck. But I was wrong. 

Dreams are for those with friends. Those who are willing to work hard. And for those who are willing to keep on trying and trying. Who are willing to keep their promises. Who are loyal. And who instead of looking for the good in people, choose to live it instead because others actions shouldn’t mandate whether or not you’re happy and neither should your circumstances. Dreams are for us. 

You and me.