Dreams

We only make ourselves to be as we see ourselves. Our physical nature is the projection of our inner psyche. We live through life as much as life lives through us, and often times, life WILL get rough.

People will bitch. Parents will nag. Bosses will complain.

And if we allow such negativity to overtake us, it will eventually overwhelm everything we stand for, only to be replaced by a wave of disgruntlement and the idea that something inside was stolen from us.

What we don't recognise is, others can only seize what we allow them to take.

And if we let them steal our dreams, our hopes, our sense of self - We probably were never grasping on to them as tightly as we had hoped.

You let yourself down because you lack belief in those that you stand for.

And over the course of time, dreams blossom, stagnate or wither with the tide; We leave this world eventually either as one who lives on through his dreams, or a crumpled shell devoid of aspiration.

And that is a mistake I hope I can conquer.

For every dream you make,

you invest a bit of yourself in it.

And for every dream you lose,

a little bit of you dies with it.