Pictures of another side

Hi out there!

Life is not a dream, but we all have dreams. We can start living them, or we can give up.

But a dream is not a senseless striving for selfish material goals. A dream encompasses all humanity.

How can I be really happy, when my brother is dying, when my sister is in pain?

And still, I am separated from them. By my own walls. This walls need to come down, I know.

Why is it so difficult?
Why can I see so clear, and still be so slow to change?