This is a rather personal topic, about dreams. Not the dreams when we are asleep but the dreams whenwe are awake. Dreams that gives us hope; dreams that looks into the future; dreams that gives us a reason to wake up another day with a smile on our face, to get out of bed and start the day full of convictions and dreams that gives us the strength to work hard everyday from dust to dawn. Hopes and dreams that are like the fuel in life or light at the end of a dark tunnel. Yet, whilst working towards our dreams, not not forgetting the beautiful things we already have around us, as it is the journey that counts and not always the destiny.

So here I am, living for a while now, thinking about what my dream is. Still looking for my dreams. My youthful dreams had died, the voiced had been silenced by the brute reality of an grown up. Yet here I stand, as a grown adult, not wanting to give up, wanting to dream once more, wanting to be that bud of flower with full of potential ready to bloom and shine. I hope I can find my dream one day, this valuable gift that youngster takes so lightly is so precious really live my life.

And to those who stood brave by their unfulfilled dreams until their helplessly wilting years, I’d like to say, despite not reaching your dream, it is still the beautiful journey, how honorable it is to live the life we believed, how wonderful it is to had met those people along the way and how grateful we are to have dreams that gave us a reason to get up and a something to look forward to whilst we lie alone in our bed. Dreams.