Sometimes I get so tired. I just want to pack it all in and say, "Screw everything. Everybody thinks I am so crazy for wanting what I want out of this life; I probably am. Life is hard. So hard, in fact, that I really shouldn't even try to achieve anything I really truly want, because that's too hard."
Hopes and dreams are overrated; Realism is where it's at. Taking the path of only relatively mild resistance--that is what you are asking of me. That is what you call practicality.
In those times, I realize that I am confusing Realism for Fatalism; it's a family trait.
The only thing that is 'real' is the feeling I get when I think about where I'll be in five years. That sensation of unbridled excitement and anticipation is the only 'real' thing I know these days.
Think what you will. After all, I cannot stop you. But the conflict between environmental and personal logic perspective it what is truly tiresome.
If only you could see what I see. Nothing here is enough.