Woke up from a dream.
A dream of having someone.
Someone who backs me up.
Someone who supports me.
Someone who affirms me.
Someone who appreciates me.
Someone who empowers me.
Who allows me to go forward.
Who allows me to face any Goliath.
Who allows me to be who I am to be.
Who allows me to be set free.
Who allows me to be.
Me.
It felt good.
It makes me wonder:
Maybe I'm too arrogant to see anyone else doing better supporting job than I do.
Maybe I'm too judgmental to see anyone's love languages.
Maybe I'm too ignorant of the things that others sacrificed for me.
Or maybe just because I know,
I don't want my heart to be conformed to pattern of the world:
Everyone has his/her own agenda;
everyone wants to defend his/her own 'territory';
everyone doesn't want to invest in thing/people that doesn't reap lucrative return;
everyone just mind his/her own businesses;
just ain't nobody got time for that.
I feel, alone in this world.
but alas, it was a good, good dream.
