But my dreams don't matter while I'm here now do they?
I'm separated from my previous problems of trying to be a success when I might have lacked the skills to be just that as there's so many others already doing what I wanted to do that I had to be better than I could maybe ever hope of being so maybe my dream was foolish from the beginning,
And if I'd had that realization sooner, I wouldn't have been at the artist's bar trying to meet an artist that would be able to complete my vision so that I could make my best effort at producing a comic strip.
So I wouldn't be here, because I never would have met the princess who was at the artist's bar because she'd been there to meet an artist herself, but for other reasons altogether.
But her artist never showed up either and having sat at the table next to me, we were almost bound to talk to each other because we were both stood up and weren't happy about it.
Though I also wouldn't have had the happiest time of my life if not for that so there is that to think about.
And even now, the good outweighs the bad as there is little that I wouldn't do to be with her again, if she would allow me to plead for a second chance, which would have been the first one if I'd just been willing to move here.
But hindsight is 20/20 eh.