When I look around me, it doesn't matter how long I have to wait for the train. Or if it's via the city loop. Or the fact people get on the tram faster than you can manage to get off. Or how expensive rent is for a matchbox minus a living room. Nor does it matter the fact that rather than seeing the light of day you're encased in a studio. The bruised knees recover, and the dying feet live to see another day.
Because that is all trivial.
What I do think of everyday is how lucky I am. I'm living the dream.
I don't care if it's not sparkly all the time, you'd get sore eyes anyway. And a few tears are shed along the way, some of them can be for joy. It doesn't matter if i'm broke from Jetstar and McDonald's.
This all comes with any lifestyle you live, so you may as well do it with the one you dream of.
