Endless Dreaming
A
dream
is just that:
a dream. But
what if it could
become a reality?
Journeying and trudging
through the surprises life holds
in the palms of its fragile hands, all
it takes is a little dedication. They say
it is hard to do what you want in life, but
I say try anyway. My deepest longing is to
help people. Maybe I’ll be a teacher or a social
worker or a physical therapist. That isn’t so bad, is
it? Dream farther than you can reach. Dream to the stars
and the moon and back again. Never give up. I dream realistically,
knowing the skills I have and the skills I’ll never have. But that doesn’t
deter me. I dream of helping people. The only thing standing in my way
are the years of college education and the dejected mindset that I’m not
good enough. But all I need are my supporting parents, my dedicated personality,
and a little shove from the world, reminding me that it always has my back and telling
me that I can. Because I can. And I will. Dreams are all just a longing at reality– a reality
we can obtain it if we work hard enough. Want it bad enough. So try. And never be afraid to
dream big.
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