My Star

If dreams are like stars, and you wait at them to fall oh well good luck to you but I say, pick one star, your one dream, and then fish it out the sky.

There are always two scenarios: the one that you want for yourself and that one that you don’t want but people require you to have it. The irony of the situation takes place because we’re living on a time-bounded earth. We change; we grow old however the one thing that is constant is our dream.

I like suspending in the bubble of my dream, one that I desire to have, one that I would die to have. The illusion fades that they aren’t light years away from me. They come true.  And one day there’s this girl no longer day dreaming but making it all happen. Not only for what she wants but also what other people want for her to have, in her little ways, in any degree of her capabilities… she will because she believes she can.

If you want it, the star… your dream… you have to want it, ‘cause it isn’t something that you do out of a whim.

~ by ickaissimo on December 31, 2008.