I'd been with a lot of dreams, but most them all grew to be illusions. I wasn't proud since my childhood. Every failure seemed a mortal sin to be paid with insecurity for all. I built up my very own world where i'll it is my opinion and do whatever i need to. I forgot discover a real world outside my very own. I refuse to acknowledge that i behave like that world. Indeed, happiness may be a choice and i can testify into it...i chose to have happy with the kind of world i built. I became multibillionaire, a genius etc.. I was that the regular. Eventually i woke up,something jogged my memory in past years life, something was pushing me to return. Afterward, i was saying, "I do not like this life where many people are eyeing me and directing me what to do. A lot of expectations that i'm convinced are hard to meet." After i heard my friend's advices, a me comprehend i'm a grown up individual so why choose going back. I said to myself, "i've learned more in this world than the other one where i isolated myself.." I am unable to go back though for that kind of life i used to be.