We dream a lot. Constantly pursuing wealth, love, fun, wanting to visit lots of different places, meeting new people, living...

But what if our deepest dreams can't be reached? The more I think, greater is my pain. I want the impossible, but it's always so out of reach. Many religions promise miraculous feats, but I didn't see a thing. I have two legs, and i know if I lose them I will never walk again... I had things in life that I know i'll never have again... and why? Can fate be so cruel to curse us forever? I want to see everything with my own eyes, but all I see is a blurry mist. I keep telling myself everything is possible, yet I have never proved a thing. What's reality for then? To walk a dark path and die? Happiness can be achieved, but not to everyone. There will always be one crying, there will always be pain... and why, because destiny says so? There's not hatred without love, there's not sin without law, there's not evil without good, there's not impossible without possible, there's not life without death.

And we have no choice... we never had a choice... is this what we call free will? Free will to die? I just want to dream, I just want to have fun, I just want to love. Why.... why must our fantastic dreams always be better than our forsaken reality?