unfazed

There's a world that runs parallel to ours. It is where ideals of this world come from. Where whispers of a promise are abundant, where words are thoughts said out loud, where nothing has to be hidden from the view of another, and where everybody aspires to be greater than what he already is. It's a promise, it's change unceasing and purpose fulfilled. It's where everything knew its place in the world, and everything was deliberate and determined. It's where nothing aspires to be above everyone and everything, and yet everyone is unique. It's a dream for us and that's how it'll always be. Because while we aspire and we toil and attempt to move mountains, as we curse the world and all the forces that are against us, it'll always be our own weakness that brings us down.