ontheborderland:

I pity those who dream the probable, the reasonable and the accessible more than those who fantasize about the extraordinary and remote.  Those who have grandiose dreams are either lunatics who believe in what they dream and are happy, or they’re mere daydreamers whose reveries are like the soul’s music, lulling them and meaning nothing.  But those who dream the possible will, very possibly, suffer real disillusion.  I can’t be too disappointed over not having become a Roman emperor, but I can sorely regret never once having spoken to the seamstress who at the street corner turns right at about nine o’clock every morning.

—Fernando Pessoa, from ‘Text 143’, The Book of Disquiet.

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