Dreams are so vivid and close sometimes.

But I cannot reach them, I think I’m too short!

Few days I wish to be taller, but that is also another impossible dream.

Sometimes I think they are there to tease most of us, with things we desire but can’t have.

Maybe we are not all suppose to have them, but to believe we can so that we work harder to try and reach something we really can’t have.

Or maybe they are to entertain us, give us escape from the harsh real world.

Yes.

It’s so harsh and I dislike that.

Work to live, live to work. We are not ants.

But we are not ‘luxury living’ household pets either.  Someone has to do the work so others don’t have to.

But that’s not fair right?

Maybe we could take turns?

I want to own my own business…or perhaps a few.

But I’m still too short. . .

for now anyway. (-.^)V

Cheza Ai(z) Tu!