Everyone of us has got ideas inside our minds; the ideas that want to leave our imagination and become a part of the existence.
They grow everyday, become more and more unrestricted, the urges rise with every passing moment.
But, the outside needs a preparation first before welcoming those plans.
An opportunity has to be present otherwise everything would eventually fall apart.
We spend our whole lives searching and creating that one opportunity that must exist in order to free those ideas from their captivity.
They are like a poison we store and carry inside us; if unable to release it would kill the bearer.
Not always in a literal sense but sometimes that comes true as well.
Its absurd, isn't it?