Chasing dreams? Oh what nerves. Child, you're on the highway to hell.

Because life's too short for mindless dream chasing.

Because nobody 'lives their dreams'.

We've all had dreams when we were young. Now look around you. Not one of us are doing what we'd envisioned 10years back. Stick to normality. Play the safe card.

Oh the irony. They tell you life is short so you do things their way. Funny aint it? We only live once, when, if not now, to do things our way?

But going with the crowd ain't making me happy, leading life the safe way ain't the way I wanna live. Who is to say living this way guarantees success in life? Who are they to formulate life? Even clothes aren't 'one size fit all'. And what is success if happiness is the price to pay? Isn't the ultimate goal of life to be happy? This isn't the way things should be. Some of us simply have differing viewpoints. Not one of us can be a hundred percent right or wrong because we all have different perspectives, different priorities. Nobody can say for sure what's best for another - not even our parents, our bestest friends, our teachers. For, you are you alone.

So listen to the little voice within you, the little voice that's always there, trying to guide you along your pave, screaming so loud but you can't hear it. No, you can't hear it. You're ignoring it. You're so used to listening what others are telling you; You're so used to being told you're wrong, and you're always skeptical about your own voice; You're so bent on being right you're doing everything wrong. And you go around searching for something to make things right, but you don't get it. You are, right. Listen to the voice within your heart and you'll never go wrong, you can't go wrong. At least you'd be happier, you'd be truly living your life. But it's hard. Being different from the rest, standing up for yourself. So till then, you're stuck. Imprisoned; Manipulated; Suffocated, by the world, the society, the system, that we ourselves created. Damn, if only we had the courage to listen to the voices within us. I guarantee we'd be living just fine.

Then again, perhaps I'm the sore thumb that sticks out, perhaps I'm the only unhappy one. Even so, recently, I've gone pretty numb. I'm so sick of this, part of me's already resigned to fate. Or maybe, maybe everyone's upset and unhappy on the inside, but they're so sick and tired of everything, they're acting like they're fine, they're resigning to fate.

PS. I've always talked about living life the other way. Just in case anybody's wondering what's the life that I'd gladly pursue, it's living by the countryside. I think I've mentioned before, I really want to be a farmer, no, not one that wakes at 6 to do backbreaking chores. More of a small scale farmer, growing food I like, doing things I want at my own pace. And I'd travel around places, observing, and meeting people from different parts of the world. Or maybe make some music, write some poems, look at the stars shine - just living life. That's pretty much it. Damn I wish I had the guts to drop everything and chase after this.