"What is your dream?", we get to asked this question number of times when we're young, by our parents, by our relatives, by our nosy teachers, by friends, by the commercial on a television, and get to answer it in a jolly and very high pitch voice: "pangarap ko pooooo..." on and on til these number of people asking us gradually disappears, so holding onto it, this so called "dream" isn't that easy as we become "adult" into this world, we sigh and just surrender to the whims of our lazy thoughts, why, it is so much easier to just sleep it off in the bus on the way home from work, molest it even more on weekends, than to dream, than to think about it, than facing the complexity (or is life too simple?) of our reality, so it disappears, we allow it to disappear like a butterfly overcome by the fragrance of the flower it's clinging into (lousy figure of speech, i know) and as time passes, we asked, when we aren't too consumed, we dare to asked, "what was that dream? It was so sure, it was definite, it was, it is", so fleetingly that we scratch our head and just forget about it, again ... til one bright sunny day we wake up to a feeling of "was my feet this tingly before I go to bed last night? My hand, was it this soft?" we get up, wonder, and right there and then we stumble upon a poetic peace of our adult self asking us, "how about you giving it a try?"
*Randomly written on May 22, 2016 upon finishing 20-episodes of one particular korean series.
