When I was a kid, I flew in dreams. I stretched out my arms and soared over the city.
After waking up, I still believed that I could do more than just to fly in my dreams – it needs only one small miraculous step. But I didn’t try that either.
And now I do not dream miracles anymore. Even in a dream, I know I can’t fly anymore.
The head, like a heavy protective suit, pulls me down – it is full of things, desires, and responsibilities. It is filled with extinct loves, unspoken words, heartbreaking disappointments, and uncried tears.
But I believe I will someday leave everything and fly again.
© Fortune, 2020
Have you ever flown in your dreams?