It seemed so distant now. For 24 years i've been gunning for the dreams I had as a child. The reason I left the easy comfy life of KL and my friends. More importantly, the very reason I defied my dad only to lose every form of support from him and came to Singapore. Just one simple dream.. to change the world. Through story. Through art. Through animation. The way Walt did back in the golden days. I've seen it happen. I did it once.. even if it was to just one person. It's possible. How can i give that up? I've seen it in the eyes of a friend who was lost and had drowned in bitterness and regret and I gave her her smile back and through nothing but simple drawings. And I was only 9. It's out there. It'll happen again. After all i've done in the past to get here. How can I let go? Not yet. Not so soon. Time.. I don't have much of it. I gotta do this.. I gotta do something. They believed in me. I must believe in myself too.. again. Let me believe. A man is worthless without his dreams. Without his ambition. Without his purpose. Let me have meaning. A man is nothing. He is nothing without having anything to fight for. This is my battle. My war. My life. My hopes. My dreams. Let me fight. Who am i without my heart? Let me feel again. Feel the hunger.. the passion.. the strength that i once had in myself. Let me.. Let me.. So even if that day comes when I'll witness my last sunset, I will have that. I would go knowing who I was and what was my purpose.

Let me.. Give me my purpose. My strength..