Dreams

I never thought i'll be back here.

But i guess, an eventuality of life is we need somewhere to leave our thoughts.

I've always dreamt of:

Seeing more of this world
Join an expedition to the north pole
Join the crew of the king crab fishers
Be a war journalist
Be so rich that i can end poverty 
Lead my country back to what it once was
Quit my job, get the next plane ticket to new zealand and pluck apples for 6 months and have a simple lifestyle
To love, love so deep that the depth of the ocean could not compare
Be a teacher
Seeing my students be great man that would make the world a better place
Be a father
Seeing my children being people that would make this world a better place
Seeing my children deeply in love
Seeing my grandkids deeply in love
To see the next generation fare better than mine
And to see the next generation after the next fare even better
To attend my own funeral and to hear the eulogies for me
To be a pastor
To help mend broken families

I am just a man. A man with too many things in mind.
Dear whitespace, im not quite sure when will i return. I rarely have time for my thoughts now, i dont feel myself now, i feel like a shadown of who i used to be. The me now is someone that i need to be, someone that speaks what i need to speak.

I guess i only dare to re-open this box at this late night. Now it i need to seal it once more. Responsibility still takes lead. And perhaps, once upon another late night, i'll leave my thoughts. For the night belongs to the poets and madmen..