fate pwns dreams

we all have dreams -- of what we are to do, sometime in life, sometime from now, a few days, a few nights, or never. we all have plans -- of who we will be, a factory or two, and find me a research lab where i can be a mouse.

and we all have songs -- so many unwritten, so many unsung, so many in our heads, many undone. That no more can we feel the feeling of so many so-manies while still remaining sane enough to be sane and insane enough to be insane. and when the lines and boundaries are criss-crossing each other at the intersection of faith, humanity and all the things i'm not qualified of which to speak...

there i find myself standing, as i always do. but the settings change a little, and my mind a little younger than the day before. somewhat i feel like benjamin button -- born with the mind of an old man, and i gradually learn to let go -- though somewhat still maintaining an air of wisdom, which i need to tread this line of sanity-insanity.

at times like this where it is neither night, nor is it morning, my mind flows with the fluidity that i had years ago... truly, while we may grow, from ourselves we may never outgrow.

for children grow as little birds fly
the movie scenes don't linger...

(this above is my favourite song now, btw)

and for all the plans that we can make, and dreams that we can dream, somehow somewhere deeper in my heart, i know, that for all my hopes and aspirations, my life story has been drafted before i was born -- i believe this for all of us, and we're doing nothing but realizing these pages in our own, slightly abridged, slightly rewritten, yet essentially the same, words.