Dream and Reality

--- Re-watching Breakfast@Tiffany’s

Sometimes, simply because of one sentence, one commercial, one dialogue, one picture or something, you will suddenly discover your little dreams, which you have kept deep inside of you for long worrying that it would deteriorate while being exposed in the air.

You start to assume, that if I had kept on pursuing them regardless of anything in all those years, what kind of reality would be now in front of me?
Even in fantasy-only, your passion grows a pair of pure wings.

Then you see the inconvenient truth in the mirror. You start to feel blue, lamenting for the distance between your dreams and reality, sighing for choices of life you have already made, which were not what you really want to, but only choices made with mature ration forced by life. You can never spend your freedom, wildness and carelessness with no limitations like what you as a teen.

Those teen days, which were compared to only a piece of white paper, yet so beautiful and sparkling that you cannot resist looking back from time to time even the dazzle burns your eyes.

Now, dreams can only placed in the display window at Tiffany’s, when I feel heartbroken or moody, I will walk myself on the empty street and appreciate them through the glass, then make a satisfied and graceful smile, waving goodbye and again, stepping into my reality.

-xG.