From a dreamer's heart..

"The poorest of all men is not the man without a cent, it is the man without a dream."
- Henry Kemp

One who has not known what it is to live life for the purpose of a dream can never understand the profundity of the moments he lives..
For how vain must be that life that lives for no reason at all.. satisfied in moderation.. with no urge to grow.. to spread the wings and roar to the skies as though all were thine.. how aimless.. how unadventurous.
Life is I believe..To have a passion, a fervour, a heartfelt desire.. a longing.. a crave, a zeal, an urge, a thirst. And to let these feelings drive you, drive your life, that's living!

I have but one life.. conforming to a canvas.. and I paint my dreams on it.. embracing them with every colour I can from the palette life offers to me.. knowing that apparently it may not be beautiful to the world, for I ain't an artist.. I am only a dreamer.. and I do not fear to be ugly.. I fear not to dream.. for I have but one life.

Nature's mysterious paths stir in me the desire to expand my vision.. for though the eyes are small.. the vision is in accord to my own self.. my zest to explore.. to discover and re-discover.. the untapped, uncomparable beauty of life. And it is nature that teaches me that the strongest stands that which stands against the flow of the stream.. cutting through the tide.. standing against the storm.. for that's courage. Not to be a rebel but to stand up for dreams.. for desires.. knowing that they may never be a part of reality.. that they may never even come close to being anything more than just feelings. It's courage.. to dream, despite the fact that they may be broken, keeping them close to the heart.. for they instill an elation.. ecstacy for whatever little time they dwell in the eyes..

"I would rather be ashes than dust, a spark burnt out in a brillant blaze than be stifled in dry rot. For man's chief purpose is to live not exist; I shall not waste my days trying to prolong them; I shall use my time."
- Jack London