They say expectations can never be reality.
They say expectations can never set you free.
But wait..

What about death?
What about wars?..
What about the bloodstains that's on the walls?..
What about that kid that used to sleep on a cardboard one night and now owns empires?
What about that Palestinian child inside a cage who practiced music under trees until the voice of his music got louder and louder and set him free?..

It's funny how that we keep having alarms from our dreams but we keep hitting snooze over and over again.
It's funny how that the people who struggle the most flies the highest.

And yes..
We do get dark thoughts.
Yes.
We do face dark blocks.

Look around..
Look around..
Look at the world. Look at how big it is when we zoom in.
But when we zoom out its just small and nothing.
We never know its real unless we live what they feel.
I peek inside a person and I meet a warrior.
A warrior who is sleeping, running, and daydreaming.

It's sad that I never met a warrior who's actually fighting and flying.
We are supposed to grow the earth not cut its trees.
We should quit **** and try to fly in reality.