In life, everyone aims to achieve and accomplish something. Some people call them dreams while other call them goals but in the end they are all the same. I look up to people who have had the courage to pursue theirs because they aren't like you and I. See, we are too afraid of not fitting in and scared of what others may think. In the back of our minds we know and in our hearts we care. That's why when we look we often stare. We judge each other on the things we wear and don't wear. We are separated as if we were in competition. This only results in one another being put into a difficult position. We rob and get robbed. Dreams are the things we steal. When asked who or what we want to be we are not greeted with the possibilities for success rather we are displayed all the instances in which we may fail. In a world of "you can be anything" we must ask is that true and are we really leaving a worthwhile trail? Because there is a side to me and a side to you, that know one has ever knew. Not because we don't want them too but because we can't. People sell others dreams for minutes of acceptance. People steal innocence for moments of superiority. We appease the majority by neglecting the minority. Then we accept how we treat one another horribly. The truth isn't the truth anymore. Too many hands have touched it. However the right person will get so tired of being told they're not anybody, that they become somebody. That somebody inspired this nobody to tell everybody that they are somebody. To me, you're priceless.