Like fingerprints, no two lives are the same. Mine is filled with mistakes, contemplation, amendments, and repetition of all three.
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
In search of a dream
Dreams float in my mind. I stare intently, Desparately trying to get lost in their world. Trying to grasp a few, Or even one. To embed it in my heart, Then run as fast as I can. So that the dream becomes my goal, The goal becomes my reality. Only then, Will the reality feel like a dream.
p.s.: All career directions I have or had in the past seem like illusions.
p.p.s: I like real bubbles. I hate figurative bubbles.