My eyes are tired of chasing dreams.

I fall, I rise, I stumble again. I crawl, I collapse, I fall once more—
again and again and again and again…
So many times that I’ve lost count.

Failure has become a close friend, almost a part of me.
At times, I wonder if victory even exists, or if life is only about failures. I keep trying to push failure aside, reaching for success, but hope slips through my hands.

My eyes are tired of chasing dreams.

Always trying is just so hard.
How long will I have to wait for a win? How long?
This wait has put weights on my heart.

And even when I manage to achieve something, another dream quickly takes its place.
Fulfillment never offers its taste.
Accomplishment always feels out of reach.

Still, I rise and fall, rise and fall…