We're constantly chasing dreams... what we want, we hope to have, we aspire to be, and what makes us feel and look good. Once we have it, we fear losing it. The more we fear, the tighter we cling onto the things we already have. Its just like holding on to a helium balloon... we try not to lose grip of it, not realising that they could pop anytime upon the slightest needle prick.

It's such an irony, and a laughable one, isn't it? We can all appear such fools at one time or another in our lives.

But having dreams and ideals isn't all bad... it could inspire one to work hard towards his objectives, have clear goals, and a purposeful direction to follow. It would be terrible to be aimless and have no drive in life. Growth is necessary for progression, and progression elevates one's standards and builds character. There is no room for complacency. At least in my life.

Sometimes, however, I get so tired... I wish my balloons would just carry me up up and away into the endless blue sky...