We all dream. I dunno why, but in the back of our mind, we all hope for the best outcome. Even from the most practical veteran person to a five year old child. Obviously,their dreams are different. While the old citizen probably dreams of a bit of recognition and respect from his heirs, a child's dream is probably confined within delicious bakeries and splendid toys.

At one point of our life, we all get stripped off our dreams, thrashed into reality. The colors seem to fade away. We lose trust on hope. We decide not to dream anymore, decide to turn inert towards human feelings, "comfortably numb" one can say. But then the pixie within ourselves gets resurrected once again. Its just a matter of time. For some it takes ages, while may be some recover within hours. But at the end of the day, they all do. They all start dreaming once again.

I just can not understand human nature. Why on earth they commit the same mistake over and over? why do they never quit dreaming? Dreams can not be realized or can they? All I can say that, in spite of these "logical" thoughts of mine, I can't deny myself being a human being. And I'll dream. I'll dream again no matter whatever happens with me. People may call me fool, stubborn,obstinate. Absolutely correct!! but I've a different and much better word for me and people like myself. I call them "gutsy". In a typical slang language the perfect sentence describing them is "those who have balls".

Like everybody else around here, I also hate to lose. But I love those people who takes lesson from their falls, who turn their weaknesses into their strengths. I genuinely think that those people who tend to lock themselves into rooms just in the fear of getting defeated, should die. This world is for "bolds". And "chickens" don't have a right to be here. Spartan mentality??? Yeah!! it is. x)