Pigs do fly.
As we grow old, we always would like to believe in the reality of things, that is, what exactly is real here on our world, but, as I see it, most people tend to forget that we all have the ability to create our own world, with our own ideas and own perceptions instilled into it. We all have that innate ability, yet we always choose to forget that fact and hide it deep into each others' darkest corners of the heart. We tend to hide that lone spark of wonder, of imagination, and then we accept the terms radical, or just plain insane. Then again, radical people who invest on radical things usually are the ones who get to be immortalized, but glory is not the matter that I am to be discussing right now.
There's so much beauty in dreams, and in the surreal, for in there, pigs really can fly. Only in the surreal can one fly, can one live entirely beneath the ocean, or attain world peace. In the surreal, you have a world onto which you are the ones who make the rules, a space of your own onto which you are the designer, and events onto which you could have that outcome that you wish to happen.
From the surreal, lies endless possibilities, and from these possibilities, there lies hope, and that hope is the spark hidden beneath one's heart, that endless wait for that one thing to come, that it really is possible, and that though it may defy the very foundation of the laws of physics, and science, it might still happen. May it be as shallow as a rain of candy, or as deep as love, it is in that innate ability that we learn to aspire, and we come to strive. Is is through that hope that in this world it would be possible, that we fight to survive, that we strive to achieve, and we come to believe that nothing is impossible. Impossibility is just a wall that we put onto ourselves when we give up on searching for that one great thing that we long for. It is our ultimate alibi, and a diversion for regret, and depression. It lies alongside fate, but in the end, impossibility is a choice that we make because we grow old of chasing our dreams, and live by settling with that another thing that could hopefully suffice the one that we long for, and we come to hide that spark, and erase that dream, and live in the world filled with impossibilities.
In my world, nothing is impossible, and I will stop at nothing in attaining my dreams, and it is not the achievement that matters but the journey towards it. If in the end, I may not attain it, let them say that I was that close into getting to the pot of gold in the end of the rainbow, let them say I almost made the pigs fly.
