Sometimes I look at my life now and wonder what I'm doing. Is this what I want? Did I ever see myself here 10 years ago? I guess not. I guess along the way, I took a different turn, made a different choice...
Dreams are what makes us look forward in anticipation everyday. It gives us hope, gives us directions, gives us encouragement, gives us life. But how long do we hold on to the dream? At which point do we tell ourselves, enough, it's not gonna happen. And if the dream does come true, does life stop there? Or do we continue to have other dreams?
I never thought, what would the dream be... if I couldn't have my dream... What happens then?
At some point, maybe we accept that the dream has become a nightmare. We tell ourselves the reality is better. We convince ourselves that it's better to never dream at all. But the strongest of us, the most determined of us, we hold onto the dream. Or we find ourselves faced with a fresh dream we never considered. We wake up to find ourselves against all odds, feeling hopeful. And if we're lucky, we realize in the face of everything, in the face of life, the true dream, is being able to dream at all...
