Your Dream Is A Wish Your Heart Makes

Last night, I crawled out my second story window onto my roof and watched the perseid meteor shower for hours. While I was just lying up there--with nothing but my iPod and the wondrous heavens  above--I wished for so many things on so many shooting stars. (This was actually on my bucket list, so I'm glad I got to cross it off!) It was so serene and lovely, I can hardly describe it with justice. While I was wishing after wishing after wishing, I've had a re-realization that I'm really greedy. I want so many things out of my life, it's unreal. I remember one of the things I used to wish for was to move to New York City, and I don't know how this happened, but that dream is coming true. But now, I am absolutely frightened down to my bones. I don't know why, because it's the first step to my ultimate dream--everything is going according to my plans. I guess I am not as brave as I led myself to believe.