Recently we shared our dreams about staying in a walking home. Literally, it means walking but we can feel as comfortable as stay in cozy room. It's been our dream to feel comfy everywhere we live in, as long as we are together, all the troublesome wouldn't matter. It won't be called life if it's too flat. Life is about going up and down, and up and down, again, to struggle what we want, what we dream.
Looking back at dream make me anxious recently. I can't simply say I have nothing, a lot if I may list, but I try to enjoy every single breath I take. Having dreams are somehow demanding. They have to be fought of till caught up. I sometimes too focus on them and forget the laughter I've got everyday.
I'd rather to say let's live this life the way it can be. Not too fast, although speed is a must, not too slow. I do hope all those expectations screwing up in my mind won't let me lose sense of loving what I have had already. Still think about our walking home, love? Don't bother. We do have a lot.
