Well, since i was a kid, i have dreamed to be a writer someday. I have dreamed to write my life story into a novel. I have dreamed my life story will cheering someone out there. But, when i read my writings, i realize that i can’t write beautifully.

I found it’s so funny. It’s like i have an unreachable dream, and impossible to be true.

Somehow, until now, i am still dreaming about it and asking myself, “Can I?” or “Can’t I?”