For many years, I was chasing after a lifestyle. I wanted a house, a house with a big garden. A house filled with warmth, and love. A house that potrays what was within.
I wanted a car. A car that brings me places. A car that shows my status. A car that brings me comfort.
I wanted relationship with people. With people who wanted the same things that I seek.
I wanted money. Money to do the things I desire so greatly. Money to sustain my lifestyle that I so crave.
I wanted a career. A career that takes me to places. Places that I have not ventured into. A career that motivates me. A career that gives me my worth.
I have tried for so many years to position myself from where I am, to where I want myself to be. The many disappointments and upteem failures just keep on maintaining my ego from inflating.
But you see. I never gave up. I never really ever gave up on that dream. No matter how many times, or how hard my dream was crushed. It just keeps coming back.
Perhaps one day, I may learn when to let go. Perhaps one day, I may learn the will of my life. Perhaps one day. Perhaps one day...
