We are all dreamers.
A mechanism so powerful, a dream can transform us into anything we want. We dream of something we wanted so much, but in reality we couldn't even get a grasp of it. Be it power, experience, money, or even a simple feeling like joy. Some say dreams make us strong. In fact, it didn't. It only acts as an escape path from reality, which pounds them so hard, they refuse to accept it. They begin to feel weak and vulnerable. And no one wants to feel that way. So they began to dream.
Their dreams flew them among the clouds, enchanting them with illusions so powerful, making them forget to step back on the ground. It bends the rule of life itself, making them can control it at will. Breaking their vulnerability and filling it with false hopes. And covers the reality with fogs of fear and despair, so they wouldn't dare tread on it. Until the time when the magic ends, and they were slammed to the ever-bitter reality, harder than ever.
Those dreamers forgot the essence of why they were dreaming. Why reality punish them so hard, and why they have to escape from it.
They always looked up to the sky, forgetting to look on what's below them. They're always hungry of something, but they didn't realize the gifts they have in their hands. They always being envious of what they didn't have. They didn't see the people around them who wanted their gifts. They didn't appreciate what they have.
Will we continue dreaming? Or should we look at our own hands, filled with gifts, appreciate them, and share them with the people around us? Some were strong enough to break the spell, but some are too weak to unbind it, thus being trapped in a world of beautiful illusions, perhaps forever
A mechanism so powerful, a dream can transform us into anything we want. We dream of something we wanted so much, but in reality we couldn't even get a grasp of it. Be it power, experience, money, or even a simple feeling like joy. Some say dreams make us strong. In fact, it didn't. It only acts as an escape path from reality, which pounds them so hard, they refuse to accept it. They begin to feel weak and vulnerable. And no one wants to feel that way. So they began to dream.
Their dreams flew them among the clouds, enchanting them with illusions so powerful, making them forget to step back on the ground. It bends the rule of life itself, making them can control it at will. Breaking their vulnerability and filling it with false hopes. And covers the reality with fogs of fear and despair, so they wouldn't dare tread on it. Until the time when the magic ends, and they were slammed to the ever-bitter reality, harder than ever.
Those dreamers forgot the essence of why they were dreaming. Why reality punish them so hard, and why they have to escape from it.
They always looked up to the sky, forgetting to look on what's below them. They're always hungry of something, but they didn't realize the gifts they have in their hands. They always being envious of what they didn't have. They didn't see the people around them who wanted their gifts. They didn't appreciate what they have.
Will we continue dreaming? Or should we look at our own hands, filled with gifts, appreciate them, and share them with the people around us? Some were strong enough to break the spell, but some are too weak to unbind it, thus being trapped in a world of beautiful illusions, perhaps forever
