Everybody has a Dream

Billy Joel sang, "Everybody has a Dream; and this is my dream, my own: just to be at home and to be all alone with you."

I recently heard this song from Jessica Sanchez when she sang this on American Idol this week where she was applauded very well. I got instantly hooked up with her rendition that I downloaded her performance and listened to it over and over again. Imagine, it's only been the third day since I downloaded it but I already played it 54 times -- more than the other songs I've been listening to for months. It's probably because Jessica has been my favorite idol up to date and every performance is stellar. This performance is just -- as Randy Jackson said -- perfection.

Intrigued by the message of the song, I searched for its lyrics online. Instantly, I was hooked up with the lyrics of the song. I connected to it immediately. The words, all sunk in. Word per word, slaying me, being absorbed by my inner being. I am at awe.

While in these days of quiet desperation

As I wander through the world in which I live

I search everywhere for some new inspiration

But it's more than cold reality can give

These four lines would some up my love life. Yeah. Call me superficial, but that's the way it is. For eighteen years, I've been searching for the perfect woman for me, the one who'll understand me, who'll be the shoulder when I'm depressed, the perfect girl who would make me happy as always. As a matter of fact, I only have realized lately that the reason why I'm depressed at times is that I do not have this relationship with someone. I feel so alone. Whenever I search for her everywhere, reality gives me more than cold (as what the song suggests). I do not know what will happen. At 18, I'm kinda tired of waiting for true love to come to me. Hopefully, my patience will pay off in the future. As what Owl City said, "She is out there. My Cinderella. She is real. She exists. I pray for her constantly."

If I need a cause for celebration

Or a comfort I can use to ease my mind

I rely on my imagination

And I dream of an imaginary time

Another four lines to sum up my life. I'm a loner, and I finding happiness from the outside world is so hard. I rely on making myself happy by listening to music. Owl City music could liven up my mood, whatever problem I have. Whenever I'm depressed (which happens many times) on my own world to comfort me, to ease my mind, or to make me happy. Did I ever tell you I have my own world? A place, pretty close to reality, where I create vivid pictures and dancing shapes. I'm still alone here. I create my friends, my home, my happiness. It's something unexplainable through writing. Just. Uhh. Just. Uhh.  Okay?!

Oh oh, and I know that everybody has a dream

Everybody has a dream, everybody has a dream

And this is my dream, my own

Just to be at home and to be all alone with you

Everybody has a dream. I also have dreams of mine, to be at home with her all alone. At the end of the day, I will find her. She's out there. I'm sure. No need to cry about it every night (I do this before. Now, I only laugh at myself) nor picture how will she look like. She'll come knocking into my heart, hopefully if I got my courage to ask someone out already. It's another dream, I suppose.

If I believe in all the words I'm saying

And if a word from you can bring a better day

Then all I have are these games that I've been playing

To keep my hope from crumbling away

So let me lie and let me go on sleeping

And I will lose myself in palaces of sand

And all the fantasies that I will be keeping

Will make the empty hours easier, easier to stand

I don't quite get this lines. I'm shallow-minded and talk very shallow. I can't quite get what this means, so I'll probably stop.

Conclusion:
I know she's out there. It's my dream to finally meet her. I hope it's Jessica Sanchez. Or not. Everybody has a dream is my drug right now. OR as twitter would say it, #LSS.