It takes madness

It takes a committed dream

It takes everything

To chase for a dream

It is not in your hand

It is in your mind

It is in there

Reality is far and hidden

It takes tears

It takes hands

It take feet to step up and run after the dream

You Know it is there

But you never know whether you will get there

At least something you don’t have to share

Something all yours

It takes thickness to withstand

It also takes vigor to move on

It takes passion

To rush after the dream

I see life in a handicap in her wheelchair.

Her eyes look forward knowing that someone is pushing behind.

Her eyes look forward knowing that the wheels still roll.

Her eyes look forward knowing that she can still roll it herself.

I see death in a man sitting on the floor.

His eyes look down.

Life of a mango tree is to grow.

Life of a mango tree is to give mango fruits.

The mango tree below any shades will just keep pushing for the sunlight.

The mango tree will dig its root so deep into dry land to reach for water.

The mango tree will grow.

The mango tree will give mango fruits.

Life of a bee is to fly.

Life of a bee is to produce honey.

The bee will fly from one flower to another for syrup.

The bee will fly to a no man land to search for flower.

The bee will fly.

The bee will produce honey.

Our life can be as fruitful as the mango tree.

Our life can be as simple and sweet as the bee.

Or it can be as complicated as a human being.

Hope is in every morning when we wake up.

We hope the world will be on our side.

Hope is in every night before we go to sleep. 

We hope tomorrow the sun will shine.

The sun will shine tomorrow.

The sun shines today.

The sun shined yesterday.

Has the sun ever stopped shining?

There might be clouds.

There might be storm.

There might be heavy rain.

Do we know the sun is still shining?

Or do our eyes and hopes stop at the cloud?

We just have to dare enough to wake up.

The sun will not shine in the dream.

Will I staying in the world make a difference?

Will I make the world worse?

With carbon dioxide I breathe out every minute

With a cigarette every hour

With Plastic bag I dispose every morning

With Gasoline I put in my car every day

Will I leaving the world make a difference?

Less one person breathe oxygen

Less smoke from my cigarettes

Less plastic bags I dispose

Less gasoline I use to ride the car

I cannot leave the world now

But can think to do less harm to it?

We clean our home

We decorate our home

We put flowers to lighten up the room

We spray fragrance to breathe more comfortably

Have we thought of doing something for our big home – our earth home?