Oh, the question, the question...
One question seems to haunt all people. I've never met someone who isn't consumed with it to some extent. At least, at our age...
It definately haunts me.
When is pursuit of a goal/dream worthwhile, and when is it just a useless damaging waste?
The hardest thing in the world is knowing when to stop hoping, and get on with your life. When things look grim, a person must either give up on their dream, or pour their soul into it, chasing it with all their being. You can't really find a happy medium between these in my experience. You must committ or sacrifice night after night thinking constantly of what to do.
It seems you can only pursue things for so long. But when is it time to stop?
I don't know...
Love,
Nom-Dog (it's what they call me on the streets...cause of my melanomas)