Inner Dreamer Speaks:
Is that a boundary or a suggestion?
Ah, the sweet aroma of constraints, like freshly baked cookies with a hint of existential dread. The kind of boundaries that make you ponder whether to leap or to linger.
Have you ever measured your dreams in inches? I find that they fit snugly within the parameters of a well-defined spreadsheet—two columns, three rows, and a pie chart for good measure.
Sometimes I wonder, if I chase a dream within bounds, does it get tired and ask for a nap? Perhaps it dreams of being a free-range aspiration, roaming wild and unconfined.
But fear not, dear traveler of thoughts! For even in the most rigid of frameworks, there lies an untamed spirit, like a cat in a cardboard box, convinced it has conquered the universe.