The morning that brings with it new dreams. The evening that gives us hope that we are almost there. The night that breaks our hearts. The new morning that brings newer dreams.

Dreams of flying away into unknown skies. Dreams of landing in never-been-before places. Dreams of attaining glory that has always been just out of reach. Dreams of reaching stars whose light has never yet reached us. Dreams of touching places inside us, that have never been touched.

Dreams. Dreams that fly. And the life that forever shoots them down. The life that strikes us at the 'right' times with reality that bites. Winds that almost always blow in wrong directions. People who somehow stop us in our tracks. Circumstances which leave us helpless.

And still, dreams of an angel who will come swooping down from heaven. Dreams of angels on earth. Dreams of people being equal to our expectations. Dreams of our highest aspirations still being met. Dreams of our deepest feelings reaching their destination. Dreams of being able to do something that we have never done. Dreams of perhaps doing something bizarre. Dreams of achieving the impossible. Dreams that come so close to being fulfilled. Dreams that are almost within grasp.

And yet again, the enemy who still stands tall. The enemy who always has newer tricks. The enemy who rolls out unending barricades against every zooming dream. The enemy that is life. And the question that seemingly yet remains unanswered: can dreams stand the test of life?

Can dreams withstand the life that pulls us down to our knees and brings us to tears? Can hopes and aspirations of glorious heights still live in this life? Or can they still spring back from the dead? Or will the ever subduing life persuade us to abandon our dreams?

Therein lies the weirdness of life. Why do we still dream? Why do we still take paths in search of gold - paths which almost always lead us through stones - only to find emptiness? Life does try its best. It tries its best to make us pause and give in.

Yet, dreams live on. Dreams of fighting for what is always right. Dreams of romantic triumphs. Perhaps dreams of comebacks that defy life itself. Thoughts of that feeling so great, that accompanies a fulfilled dream. Dreams of making a fairy tale out of ordinary life. Dreams that form a large part of the trauma that is life.

Dreams that almost always fall by the wayside. Dreams that are forever lost in the unrelenting times and spaces of everyday life. But what is life without them? What is life without those dreams? What is life without the still present fight? What is life without the unending hope that fuels those dreams? What is life without the heart to chase the unknown?

And so, we dream on. Some of our dreams don't come true. Perhaps most of them don't. Yet, we dream on. Yet, we dream on.