Living a Life of Dreams

Something I just read has made me wonder, am I living too often in the land of dreams and wonder?

When I read a really good story or a book, where the writer describes in detail or in a way that encourages my imagination to go wild forming an idea of the place, the event, the people and the conversation, I become instantly hooked.

And as I finish the story or book, the imagination machine continue to chug along at full speed, recreating story lines, applying them to me and the people around me and our circumstances.

Imagine a city to live in that has an efficient transport system! (This is what I always do after every trip to Singapore/Sydney/Hong Kong/NYC/London and is also what I did after reading a recent article in The Star about the 5 (or was it 4) cities in the world which are rated as having the best Public Transportation system in the world.)

But I digress, because of this penchant for dreaming up things that are possible to be done but oftentimes forgetting the steps to getting there and whether it is at all possible to get there, I have caused myself to lose my way.

Should I just buckle down and get Something done? I probably should.

But just want is that Something going to be? I still do not know...