Shrinking dreams, Growing Fears

It seems that the older I am, the smaller my dreams are. I used to wish for fame, now I just hope people we'll remember me when I'm gone. Hopes of fortune are now a desire to get out of debt. Longings for that fairy tail love, overcome by the fear of dying alone. What was once all about basketball and summer vacation, is suddenly conquered by bills and an utter disdain for my job. Maybe this happens to everyone when the reach their twenties, I don't know, but it feels like it's only happening to me. That could just be due to the fact that we are all, by default, completely self involved. Anyway, I'm just trying to figure out when I went from not being able to sleep thinking about how cool it was going to be when I "grew up", to laying awake stressing over past due bills and perpetual singleness(if that's a word). Is this just a quick stop on my journey, or my new home? I pray it is a potty break, and not my final destination. Well, that is all I will bore you with tonight. Until next time.