Dance.

I don't understand a lot of things. Why some are richer than others while some have more brain power than those who succeeded. I can't seem to comprehend the hardships people go through just to have food placed on their table. Now, my family is not wealthy, but we have enough to get through. And everyday I think to myself how long do we have to get tested until we reach success, or are we even headed towards it? It's a difficult concept to approach in your head when you've pretty much envisioned something so clear in your head...then you get to a blur in that vision and you hit reality. It's not always the beauty you picture. Life is difficult, looking at the aging skin and the rough palms of my father, almost as if he had lost his life lines trying to put a line in our lives.

I find art,fashion, and this blog as the vision. This is my escape, my paradise, my Eden. I think this is one of the few places I can truly speak my mind and someone in this world can relate to me. As I am writing this I think to myself, with a few tears building in the very corner of my eye lids. Is my father and mother invincible? they seem to be able to find a path to happiness no matter how hard things get. And I'm very much an introvert, though I cannot say these things to them in front of their face. I can at least tell you guys, the world, it's hard. You know when someone almost never cries there has to be a certain point you brake and water up. You know Martin Luther King Jr. once said, you can kill the dreamer but the dream will never be killed. Maybe someway in this story my, our dreams will turn real. I hope so...