Dream
It’s funny how i thought everything was possible when I was a kid, but now I know how hard it is to get through a single day. I hurt because of my own expectations. So i often scare to dream. Just the dust. But i don’t want to be just a dust. I want to be pixie dust. Oh lord, if i can’t reach the star, let me be a pixie dust. It makes me very happy. I’d love to help people to reach their dream. Even my dream is to helping people reaching their dreams. It makes me happy, and feel joyous.
I realize, deep down inside my heart, all i want to do in life is to be useful to everyone around me. For whatever I’m doing, whatever job I’ll take, what person I’ll be. I want to die and remembered as a person that makes someone’s life better.
