We are all dreaming―most are dreams that our eyes can see, but our hands can't hold. Many people dream for something hard to reach, but still exist. They imagine themselves in a certain state—state that is not easy to achieve but still possible to have.
People dream not because it's the only thing they can do... but because they know it will happen.
But among all the dreams I could possibly have under the sun, why did I choose to dream about something that will never ever happen? Why am I thinking about an impossible fantasy and dying so hard expecting that it is not?
I know that it only exists in books and movies; an illusory idea that was created to make people expect and look stupid.
Yet here I am, living in the world far from illusions, and I still don't care—if in reality I'm dreaming for a fairy tale.