The Paradoxic Writer

I once had a dream. A dream of seeing the best in everything, seeing the best in everyone. As I grew up, this dream started to get faded by the reality that was bestowed upon me. I totally forgot about the whole dream and started to think. This thinking made me realize many things, made me capable of doing things all on my own, made me the person who I am today. Due to this thinking, I acquired another dream. I was all alone, because of the level of thinking I had acquired, I started to think to myself. If I would have gone through such circumstances, there would also be others just like me, who would think the same thoughts, think up the same ideas. I just wanted to be with such like minded individuals and call them friends. But then again, the same thing happened, an unknown reason called reality hit me hard, this time my grades were scorned.  I was little when this roller coaster even started to take tracks. The only person whom I had was myself, the only person with whom I could ta