Sunday, March 9, 2008
Sunday, March 9, 2008
Dream That Turned Alive
I remember one day when I was walking with a friend, coming from my old school going to a bus stop. On the way I couldn’t look any other place, than those log buildings, large and clean too.
They were not anything else; they were school but different from ours.
I saw cars and nice buses outside that came to pick up great kids that there nose was always up on our faces.
I always dream of that life the life that make you famous and valuable to valuable people the life of walking with you nose up and never smell the dust that was common to all of us.
It didn’t mean that my family couldn’t make me valuable or send me to a rich people school, but I think they were trying to make me follow the path by myself rather than leading it for me.
Although I had that mind of knowing what is better, turning it into the best, it didn’t mean that each time I wouldn’t look down on myself, every time I saw the great kids and the nice clean buses and cars and what a great school of theirs.
But know, know I am in the dream land of my dreams, the Land that I always go to visit when it’s a time to rest.
I can see all does wonderful things that I saw on my way to the bus stop from my old school.
And still I can not believe it that the dream that I dreamt when I was from my old school turned alive when I have a daily strength in the dream land.