I'm in a dilemma. Be a blue sky thinker, or put my head in the skies? Well, as I've discovered quite ceremoniously, sometimes being tired can push you to do things. Creativity is sparked right after the sense of malaise. And that is what has happened.
Apart from ideology or pragmatism, what really matters is progress. If one isn't progressing, on is regressing. The latter is not an option. I love dreaming. But I love making dreams a reality.
I'm so happy I have the ability to express myself. I need to make this expression more emphatic.