I wanna talk to night

I wanna talk tonight to night. It's been so long since I have found my goal, aim or whatever it might be called. The first I met my goal, I remember, backs to when I read a book called "39 steps". After the day I finished it, I felt that everything would be OK if I stick to my goal. Time went by and I grew up and I graduated from university with all the so called ups and downs. I saw the talented ones effects among the books and words. I rejected so many things for the sake of them. My Julite-ian love left me and so many questions remained. A journey through the maze full of questions began. I met some other masqueraders. The goal at the end of the maze kept shining all the time. My maze was and is bright. I see so many things but the masqueraders are wiser than me . I am not afraid of being my self and I don't like to take any veils on. I became drafted and passed my military services. Once, I tried so hard and indiscreminately to reach my goal. But I failed. I have to venture to move forward. Still I wanna talk to nigh, not tonight.

How often you come to yourself and find yourself thinking, musing, penetrating into the unconscious train of your thoughts and dreams? Where are they coming from? The source is where we are ignorant of. This rever goes on and on unstoppably.
In my opinion, whatever happens in life is a bottle of water we add to this rever everyday. Actually revers do not flow like a current. They stand still and as we add the bottles to them, they find their ways out to the source. How we add water to the revers, we do not know. It is an unconscious process we take everyday. Everyday, everyday and daily life has been man's recent concern in modern life. We are used to find faults with everything we have and goes on. Ignorant of the times when we did not have them or we tried so hard to reach our dreams. Dreams are what we do not have and we think are suitable to establish the grounds of our eden on them. What if a dream come true and we find our came-true dreams irrelevant to our eden and find them just as reveries and fantasies.