Dreams

My father don't seem understand why I continue writing. It's not a job, even though it would be a good career to take up in the future. And it hurts me everytime he says he's waiting for me to finish a real orginal story of mine so he could sell it. It hurts for some unknown reason, it really hurts. I just want to write. I want people to see a world beside ours. That's why I continue writing. My mentor once told me that these dreams may fall one day. He didn't actually said them, but it was what he meant. Dreams are what we live on. They give us the strength to move on, to keep on fighting even when you know all hope is lost. Maybe all these may sound stupid, but it is who I am. It's hard to truely explain all these. I don't even know if I'm making sense or just talking nonsense, but I'll always hold onto my dreams.

-I stand on my own two feets, even if I sway, I shall never fall.