We need to kill the person we used to be. Coz what we were, still are, isn't working anymore, is it? and it hasn't worked for quite some time now, hasn't it?
We need to kill it so that something new can grow from its ashes.

We dream. From the moment we open our eyes for the first time and drift off to sleep to the sound of our mother's lullabies. Dreams become a part of us, we nurse them into life and they become these beings that start to co-exist inside us, give us direction, and hope. But when the mind gets depressed, those dreams start to suffocate and die. and we try to hang on to them coz we dont know know who we are, and what we will do without them.

But we gotta let go of the old dreams that are dying. Maybe Its time to dream again.