tuesday.

there's two kinds of satisfaction in this world.

the first kind of satisfaction,
is when you enjoy normal and ordinary life,
so much, so much,
you're happy with wad you have.
you think relationship and love is the highest level of life,
and because of your mate,
you can go emo for days.
you think that power and money are just materials,
nothing much illusion.

the second kind of satisfaction,
is achieved when you hit your target.
life is never enough,
it seems that human's greed is your motivation.
you just want more power, wealth and fame,
and want things to be change your way.
this kind of satisfaction,
is only ahcieved at deathbed,
when you had no will to go on any further.

i want to be the second kind,
run further than anyone.
i am greedy,
only for fame;
i am hungry,
only for power.
life is nothing but a game,
we should face it as it is;
but yet,
i want to be that very player,
that set the highscore that no one can beat,
and leave behind tales and legends,
for my descendants to sing of.

perhaps you might say im too materialistic,
perhaps you might brand me cold.
but only for myself i know,
im a pure mortal,
chasing after mortal's dreams.

my dream is not to meet my true love,
my dream is not of blissfulness.
my dreams are high and tall,
my dreams, are my compasses of life.

perhaps one day i might fall,
like countless time it happen before;
but no worries, no panic,
i shall stand again.

it is not a dream of fairytale,
not a dream of lies;
a dream that grows into aspiration,
so strong, so strong, reality happens.

you can say im dreaming,
you can say im impractical;
but for all things and beings on this world,
Dreams and aspirations, they are my only motivation.

let me meet my satisfaction of this life,
let me be satisfied.
for that i shall conclude it in deathbed years later,
whether had i been satisfied.