#107 to live (with chronophobia)

There are times you have that gut feeling,

when you have to let go all the dreams, 

and you don't have to worry that much,

because they'll eventually come back.

But not this time.

When time has served you plenty,

but you wasted on dreaming,

there'll be the day it'll just come, unalarmed,

you'll wake up with enormous hesitation.

Now you fear of your future.

Because you no longer has that burning hopes,

no longer have that gut feeling,

universe continuously draw the unending timeline,

and you'll stuck between the minutes of your life. 

I have learned it the hard way.

If you want to escape, there's only a way.

And that is acceptance. 

As my counting getting bigger,

my span of life getting longer,

I begin to understand.

My dream is just a dream, it's not a way of living.

I have to accept, it's not true,

when dream becomes reality only then everything is meaningful.

No.

Everything is meaningful to me,

every breath that I take, and every step that I take,

every time I'm able to lift myself up, and able to sleep soundly at night,

every food that I've ate, and every penny I've shared,

and every love is given, so is every anger I vented.

It is the actual dream come true. To live.