About dream...

So many doors of opportunity but you can't choose any of it.
You get stuck. Hit the same wall, again and again.
Just how many times I need to hit this wall until I found the right way to break it?

The day I went 20, I cried. I regret what I've been done, and what I haven't done to reach my dream. The first time I'm regretting something in my life. Since that day, I spent my birthday with tears. I'm scared, really really scared. I know I shouldn't rush things, everything will eventually turn out well in the right time.

Having dream means hope. But I think, it's more about the mix of hope and despair. It's up to ourselves that it will turn out beautifully or crushed in the middle. Yes, it's hard to keep believing. But, I don't want to stop believing. I don't want to lose to myself, I want to speak my heart out.

My dream book, where I wrote my dream and goals. When I have a new goals, I write it down. When the goals accomplished, I feel proud and strike-through the lines. Funny thing, my hope and despair can be written in such a simple way.  I wonder when I'm getting old, could I make a smile while reading through those pages?

It's hard to keep believing. But, I don't want to stop believing.

I don't want to lose to myself, I want to speak my heart out. 

Even if I couldn't see the end road, I'll keep walking.

I'll welcome the sun and sky with my number one smile