3, 6, 11, 18, 21.. Voila!, Life

The sky looks so pretty.

"You are 3. Your dad buys you Legos. You are too young to know what to do or how to build. You just chew it, or bang it at the floor. That's all you can do at that age.

You are 6. You can now build a simple house at most maybe. With that, you create your own home among the Legos you build. The feeling captivates you.

You are 11. "I want to become an engineer/architect." was your answer to everyone who asked what you wanted to become in the future. Aye, innocent and a dreamer you were back then. It's nobody's fault that a 11-year old wants to be an architect when he has a Lego city hidden deep in his house.

You are 18, a normal teen with their normal teen-problems, and on the verge of officially becoming an adult. You can't remember the bag of Legos. Your dream of becoming an architect has sunken it's sail. But 'that' feeling still pops up from time to time. Now, you want to be among those buildings, get lost in those crowds, nothing more.

You are 21, you are a nobody among the crowds just like you wanted. But you are studying Architect/Engineer. You were young and naive back then, but reality hit you. You are among those buildings, just like you used to be when you were 11. It was just like a movie, just like a song. When you were young."

-Excerpt from my journal (A dream I saw on June, 2016) 

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