Futuristic Dreamland
People used to ask me,
"What do you want to do when you get older?"
I never knew.
As a matter of fact, I just found out.
Films.
I want to work behind the scenes and help create a masterpiece that will forever be remembered.
I have conjured such a big dream for myself that I'm scared I'll get lost on the way up.
The path to success is so long and so intimidating.
I question myself.
"How will I ever get enough money to support this dream of mine?"
"How long will it take to get to this dreamland?"
"Will I have to move to California?"
"Will my anxiety get the best of me?"
My mind spirals out of control.
But when I think of this passion as a whole, I become giddy and in love.
I can do it.
I can get there.
As long as I have my head screwed on and enough determination,
I will get there.
Someday my name will show up on the credits of a movie.
Someday I will be on a movie set and close my eyes.
And I will, in that moment, be satisfied.
I will, in that moment,
Have made my dream a reality
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