Somehow science has proven that inspirations come about when there is a lack of optimism. A few days ago, I birthed a dream list. When you sit yourself down and consult the beings in you, how many unanswered desires have you oppressed? They have been marginalized and placed to the pits of our minds, in hopes that they would never emerge and be a constant reminder of what we cannot have. Soon, you forget them and live on. But it's roots have been dug so deep that merely pushing them away would just make them sprout back faster, harder, stronger. So every once in a while they rise up, the weaker ones dropping back and the tough guys shoving their way through. They victor. You lose.