When someone died his dreams also buried six feet below the ground. There is no chance to continue what he built or what he wanted in life, each of us has a unique perspective of what dreams is all about. It is also possible that we may have common dreams, but what is different is the execution to act on our dreams, sometimes we failed, sometimes we succeed, and sometimes it was a half baked.
Every person’s dreams if we believe that it was possible to achieve we can stole, embrace and proclaim it as part of our life. It can be a continuation or an improvement to suit the harsh reality of being a “human.”
I felt the love that you sacrifice your own life for me to be able to survive, and as much as you wanted to let go of your dreams, I stolen it from your grave, but I knew there is an overwhelming happiness and smile in the air as I felt you.
When, I stolen my husband dreams my sole responsibility is to make sure it will come true because wherever you are I knew you will be proud about the outcome. I have gone too far in my life, and as I stood still in your grave, crying out loud in silence of my heart.
I have stolen your dreams but it was now a reality. I have achieved some of your dreams and it was already come true, while I am here I am still moving-on until I have completed your dream puzzle but it was now “my dreams.”