I couldn't.

There are two types of people in this world. The one who dreams and the one who actually does the work after dreaming. I belong to the dreamer category. I have had so many dreams. So many things I wanted to do. But I have done nothing. Not even one. I just went wherever the flow took me. Without working for what I want. Don't be the dreamee. Be the one who does. Dreaming is never enough. All my life I have had people tell me "You can't do that. You are just you. Do you really think you can become that when you are you." I wanted to prove them wrong. But now i've accepted the fact that they were right. I am just me. Incapable of great things. Should've kept my dreams to a minimum. Now I have to bear the sadness of not reaching there. I always thought I would reach there somehow by this age. It's no ones fault but my own. I cannot complain that it was because of my situations. I simply didn''t do the work.

But there is a small part of me that still believe that I can do it. That it's not too late. That little boy who dreamed a lot is still alive. I dont know if I should still give him hope. I clearly am not capable of anything. I am just too lazy to get things done. I will be doing a mediocre job leading a mediocre life. It crushes me. But I guess it's what I am and I dont think I can change it. I will have to find happiness in mediocrity. Will have to make it work.