Some men see things as they are and ask why. Others dream things that never were and ask why not. - George Bernard Shaw
He looked out of the window, watched as the rain fell down onto the earth. Watch, as the heavens opened up, looked up to see but a bird flying in the sky. He stared long and hard. It was an eagle, gliding through the clouds that lined the horizon. The rain fell steadily, yet the eagle kept flying. airborne for the endless depths of time.
Everytime he looked, his life was in shambles. It had been this way for as long as he could remember. He had fallen so hard, so many times already. How was he to get up?
He walks in the rain, hoping it will all come true one day. He dreams.
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a man without dreams is like a bird without wings. without dreams, a person cannot fly, a person cannot soar. without dreams, everyday is but anyday.
we must dream. dreams makes us more than who we are. it allows us to become the person we want to be. it elevates us to that special place, the place where truly nothing is impossible. dreams allow us to make things happen. dreams let us accomplish things we never thought we could do.
my father always tells me, dreams are nothing. they will get you nowhere. the reality is that the world is out to get you. and to this i say, you're wrong. yes the reality is that the world throws shit at you. but if you do not dream, if u restrict yourself from doing so, then you are but stopping yourself from going higher, from goin further.
dreams fuel the human spirit. it is that that makes us tick. as much as it is cliched, it is true. dreams do come true. granted msot wont, but if you give up now, will they ever come true?
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Candles we all hold,
Aid the very sorrow we dont know.
Rain we all will fall,
Raw is the skin he wears.
Yearn for sweet beginnings,
My life to make it seem.
Young is that heart that burns,
Lost is the hope he was made to earn,
Over the rainbows he wants to walk.
Vain are the ones who saw this life,
Earnest are the souls who truly have gone.
Living for the times we both will share.
Long for the love we cannot bear.
Wednesday, October 19, 2005
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