Many a time we dream and fantasize about what we want to become.
A rock star, the President, Princess Juliet.
We get held down by other circumstances, by others' expectations, by the socialite of this materialistic world. We want to become indelible, a character of a lifetime, a filmstrip tied by ribbons of immortality, papers stapled with staples of magic and the impossible.
All of a sudden, these dreams disappear along with the snap of cash, cameras of fame protruding you in the daily papers... Your dreams of being a fish goes with the wind, leaving leaves of the autumn - your decision to become an accountant ; a lawyer. You ace all interviews, watching yourself from a distance, thinking, wo-ah hey there perfectionist. You know how to react with impoverished smiles when you're thrown with a back-tracking question, you know the exact steps to be a high-flying successor, you know how to sweet talk your boss into getting a promotion, you know the correct books to claim and secure a deal with the company's alliance, receiving the expression of acknowledgement.

Only when someone asks you for your father's height, his weight, his favourite food then you sickened, finally realising that you've been sinking deeper and deeper into the quick sand of love. Combing for failures between each silicon dioxide, treading seams within your family's treasures... But you still have not gotten back what you've been leaving behind, what you've been sacrificing.

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