It's been a long ride. And I'm tired of fighting. I know I must be thankful. We must all be. For what is given to us, be they good or bad. Yet sometimes it's hard not to wonder if things could get better. I think we all hope and pray for what we think could help us attain our very own utopian world. These few weeks have been nothing but a dream. But I wanna wake up from it. Go back to where I belong, where I know myself. To live with my own limitations again, though not necessarily accepting them. I find it hard to accept my own limitations. Yet when the reality comes crashing down, it crashes hard. One looks to things that one normally don't, to escape the reality of it. I guess I've had enough. Enough of basking in this fantasy. It's always harder to have to take life by its horns but oddly comforting when we've done that. Like a wheel in constant motion, I think it takes as much of a bramble to stop it as it takes as much of a push to start it. Either way, to have it turning is better than seeing it stationary.