Is it worth it to chase your deams.

I was sitting outside having a moment to take in where I'm at in my life. Living in a place I've always dreamed of being, working towards being a working artist, surrounded by potential fun. As I sat there, counting my blessings to calm my nerves of the stresses that have yet to alleviate themselfs, a school bus drove by. I couldn't help but to remember the days I rode the school bus. Most of the time I'd just stare out the window looking upon the world I was growing into. I'd see people of all walks of life poor, rich, single, married, all with or without kids. Pitty for the poor, envy of the rich. As the school bus passed me what where the kids thinking of me. I've got a good shirt on, it's a nice house, there is my roommates new car sitting in the driveway. To them is must of looked like I'm doing good in life, little would they know I've got $40 in my pocket and nothing but hopes and dreams in my heart. Maybe that envy I once had for the rich was a similar situation. As I get my grip around adulthood maybe what I envy now is a false reality, just another Joe Shmo I'll later in life realize was just warring a mask. Nobody wants to be honest, is it because of fear maybe insecurities. You can't even blame it on technology looking in the past we have always worn masks. Billy the kid probably had all kinds of masks on, hiding the fear from the rough and tough world he was born into. It's hard to see these masks untill you accept taking off your own.