I have noticed that, in the face of death by way of terminal illness, people are encouraged to do all the crazy things they've ever dreamed of.
And I have noticed that, in our able-bodied everyday lives, we are simply thought of as crazy when we pursue our dreams.
If I could change the world in any singular way, I would make it standard practice that, impending death or not, we encourage and admire those who nurture their crazy dreams.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem