The Dream


When did I Stop to dream?
When did it become so hard to answer
What do you want to be when you grow up?
A singer and actress who can dance and is smart too was my answer before. After all, nothing was impossible. So when did I stop believing in my dreams?

Was it when the results from my standardized test told me I wasn’t smart enough to become a scientist?

Or was it when It was decided for me which courses I could choose from to educate myself into a standardized profession?

Perhaps it was that time when the teacher said I couldn’t be good at everything and going for what everyone else ‘my kind’ was doing would be good enough.

What ever it was. It stopped the dream.

Waking up everyday at the same time, getting ready to do the same thing, at the same job, making sure my results are the same everytime.  It stopped the dream.

Being great isn’t for everyone, only for a lucky few. 

Believing this, stopped the dream.


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