I’m a dreamer

I like to dream, mental masturbate on all the what ifs.

This year had been awesome so far, I fulfilled one of my childhood dream on catching the legendary pokemon mew, the one pokemon that was talked so much, everyone playing pokemon were willing to die for it. There were so many rumours how to own it, and it was my dream and regret for no living that dream to the fullest.

So few weeks ago. I somehow look into pokemon again, and in youtube, there’s this tutorial how to catch mew without cheats! And it burn my pokemon passion and soul. I play the game like the end of the world, after attempts after attempts of throwing the pokeball and just to watch mew break free from the pokemon, I was furious, determine to catch it and at the same time, I worry it it would run away or die before I succeed.  And then, as the quantity of pokemons lessen on each attempt, I throw another one, it seal the legendary mew, it struggle onces, I’m holding my breath, it struggle twice, everything I felt froze, then it stop. The pokemon, was finally mine!

What joy, oh what wonders. I fought hard with my lovely pokemons in the adventures of pokemon master, I travelled in dungeons, battled through maze and surf through ocean.

The pokemon memories lived again.  As I complete the game for the repeatly, my love for it wanes, raising the levels just to let them evolve is hardwork without cheats. So I stop. That’s enough.  I’m satisfied with this dream.

And of course I have many other dreams. Travel in other countries, dating super model, as I lived in each dream, I learn more about myself.

All in all, it’s not about dreaming, but the ability to live the dream. I may not be able to satisfied each goal or fulfilled each regret, I lived it and that’s what matter.