My dreams aren't irrational; in fact they are simple needs. Needs that are the basics of survival with self respect. Preservation of identity is essential; or the identity shall be imposed by something different or modified to a new entity. Who shall be responsible then? The one who imposed or the one who let him impose? Who would judge the guilty? Would there be a beautiful unbiased judgement or a decorated biased rule? Would there be any benefit of digging out the guilty? What had been developed by a culture from nature would turn to be a beautiful readings in the passage of history. Who will bell the cat? Who shall raise the call? Would his call be treated as a concern or he may be decorated into someone not so favored by the society? For he, who would stand death mustn't be a matter of any concern. He must aim the glory of triumph.
Questions are innumerable; philosophies even more. Not standing for what seems to be our identity is an unforgivable crime. The long dark nights of patience and perseverance shall show the rays of dawn one day. Hope shall keep the fire alive. The hope to win; or the need to survive. The night is long, his eyes are tired, the wounds are fresh but the heart still wants peace. The dream shall be established. The restless swords shall wait in their scabbard whilst the pen shall celebrate his glory.
