Crystal clear.

Perfection. What is it? I once thought I knew it. I once thought I was pursuing it. Now,my ideas of it seem to be shattered with my dreams. Maybe that's it. Maybe our understanding of perfection is manipulated by our dreams,our goals,our ambitions. To restore my concept of perfection is now clear. I needed to restore my dreams or forge new ones. It all seems easy to type but to do it in real life......?


I need something to build it with.


Something solid and does not break easily.


Something easy to shape.


Something in abundance.


Something we all have.


Something called....



hope.

Who?

I stare in the mirror. Nothing. I look again. Still nothing. I see a reflection but I don't see me. I see a shadow. I see a void. I see a mask. I see a caged soul. Still not me. Somehow I'm lost somewhere, adrift at sea maybe. No one there to save or that can even save me. The savior of myself is me. The only way to save me is to die. People think death is the end of everything but it could also mean the opposite. To die in this case is to let go. Let go of everything. To get a second chance. To start off fresh.

To be reborn.

Reason to live.

After a few days of sleepless nights,I had a long sleep filled with dreams. It's not the dream that is important,it's the fact you are dreaming which is important. I once thought that I could live without dreams or hopes,that they're just going to hurt in the end. But without them,what is there to live for? Hopes and dreams are the only thing that cannot be taken away by others.


Only you can take them away.


A living person only dies when he has lost all his hopes and dreams. People have done great things with these two great materials.
Learn to walk.Build a plane.Achieve independence.
Everything relies on these two things,even love. So,never ever give up on your hopes and dreams. Even if reasons to throw them away are growing by the day.

They are like antiques. They only show their worth after some time.