dull

i can't help but feel sorry, so sorry, for people who laugh at others' dreams. who mock them for dare dreaming. who tease them for having ambition, and for hoping to have enough will to pursue it. because those people, those who laugh, who mock, who tease, they never had the will to pursue anything. they never had dreams, small dreams or illusions of grandeur, nothing. they lived their dull lives wanting nothing, daring nothing. they hate themselves for it. and so they hate the others for being different. for wishing, daring, dreaming.

i would pity them if i could, the ones without dreams. they are so sad.