Wednesday, September 1, 2010

My Reality Lies On My Dreams.

My dream is where I construct my world, where my only desires and truth lies. In my dreams, I am always real. I can be everything I want because that is what i desire and no one is there to manipulate me what and how will I think or act. People's opinions never interfere nor cause me pain. In real world, society controls what I do. There will always be standards and I cannot often do what I solely want. I feel sometimes like a doll or a machine, lifeless. Society manipulates me as so as some people around me and my dream is my only escape to be far away from them. . .for me to be who really i am. . .for me to establish my own identity, perhaps it is not that absolute, but at least, it is more precise that my identity in this world.




So in my dream, there is the real me. In my dreams, I build my own reality and it would be as perfect as I imagined it. Away from the prejudices and hostilities of the real world, so I can be emancipated and be who I really am.





Maybe that is why I adore Salvador Dali. I kind of love surrealism. It is an amazing idea. *sighs.





Do i sound lunatic? Maybe i am.

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