Dream
'What's your dream?' one of the questions we're often asked when we're still a kid. They can give out the most wildest answers ever heard. Growing up to live reality that is far too boring for an imagination like that. Growing up within the system we have built, a system that barely works. 'Print more money', as a kid I use to blabber while not knowing we couldn't afford certain things. So privileged to be under a roof with warm food each meal. Having no concept of how the world works other than my naps and my milk. Though kids learn fast, I could tell there was a reason the smiles on their faces don't shine as bright anymore. 'I wanna be an artist.' 'Artists don't earn money', I was once told. A child's dreams ruined a step at a time. Funny how I never dreamed ever since. Only filling in the blanks of papers given with careers I can think of, 'Teacher', 'Air Stewardess', 'Nurse', yet knowing I could ...