Dreams and Realities

I am crazy, witty and fun. I love adventures. I love mystery. I love the fear of the unknown but heck these things does not reflect with the life I am living. As I search for the happiness that eluded me for so long the more I sweep myself in misery. There are choices that I thought would make my life splendid but truth be told reality strike and found myself stuck in a rut. I am not living a glamorous life that once I have dream of having. I wish there are things in life that will let you preview the consequences of every decision you make so that you will know better instead of listening to those who said they know better. I have not yet find my niche in this world nor the adventure that would let me throw all the hesitation and fears into the air and dive on it. I am still a basket case somehow. Afraid of anything unknown. However, as I feel the cold air of -ber months, as I breathe it, I somehow started to dream of something so mundane, something out of reach but somehow I want to know If I can do it.

You want to know what dream it is? I want to become happy in the truest sense. I think everyone can relate to me as everyone has been searching also for this for so long and yet it is so slippery. I once thought that I have grasp the hold of happiness but slowly as time goes by, as weeks passed by, my happiness slowly slips out of my grip and I would be in my room thinking what I have done to be in misery again. This dream is a personal thing. This is my journey in finding the happiness for myself and finding my niche that could fire up my passion for life and will teach me how to fly in sneakers, high heels, sandals and slippers.