In our life we can see that our imaginations are strong but the reality is weak. we still finding joy in dreams. The world which we are seeing behind our eyes is always reflecting the echoes of our own voice but our intelligence stops us by hearing it. The way on which we have to travel is already constructed by our thoughts and imaginations but somehow we are neglecting it. we have a doubt on our own abilities. If a bird has doubt on his wings how can it fly?? Our desires and goals are like a wilted plant of a desert which want to grow but no one is there to take care of it. It loose its game of life against the flow of conditions. Perhaps, we are also like that wilted plant. Some of us got a special care and be a green tree, some be a tree by luck and some of us are like that plant which want to be a tree, which fights with conditions but than also it looses its game and crushed in the clay. Our imaginations is pressed due to the load life. we are not giving a chance