That one standing in the reflection is all of fantasies. And now it won't work out still.

Sometimes I just think there is no point to dream. Not because that dream does not go with the reality, but dreams are just too fancy to come to be true.

Until you have to really think about your routine, your career or say the long ahead endless torturing days before you. And that's the time I realize that I am nothing, even I don't have a dream. Then I get to imagine my imagination.

Is it going to be sweet or harsh or whatever？I do not know. There has been no clue for me to come to a point. But when would it be a point showing up in front of me? Think about it, it would the end of universe or even worse( if there is a worse). I don't know.

But there has to be a way. For some people can come to this point in ways. I believe that I am not gonna be the bite and forgotten apple from god's side. So I would have my way.

And I have to start to dream or say imagine. Even living in fantasy is not truly living. But if there is no such imagination of my routine, what could I end up to be?