That your heart should be where your feet are. That you should dream with your mind, not with your heart. Because when your dreams crash, you should be able to pick up the pieces and dream again. And that's easy to do if the bits are made up of your imagination. But it's not so easy if the bits cut your fingers. And they do cut when you've dreamt with your heart. Because the heart is not meant for flying. And unless your heart leads your feet, you won't get anywhere anyway.
I wonder if I've conveyed what I wanted to. Or whether I just sound depressed. I suspect it's the latter.
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