Keep Dreaming
14years ago, I dreamed of becoming a writer – well, just a plain writer. 8years ago, I dreamed of becoming a lawyer to sue my father for being negligent – well, a famous lawyer though. 2years ago, I went back to my original dream of becoming a writer - and this time, a very famous writer. I wanted to be as famous and influencing as C.S.Lewis, J.K.Rowling, Dan Brown, and Elizabeth Gilbert or the creator of the Supernatural tv series, Erik Kripke. I wanted to move people's emotions – to make them laugh, cry, happy, concerned, inspired. Certainly, I wanted to be an inspiration.
14years ago, I dreamed of living in a big house atop a beautiful vista. 8years ago, I dreamed of living in concrete bungalow-type house with high tech interior. 2years ago, I dreamed of just having a simple house that my family could our own. Certainly, I just wanted a house because we never had one.
14years ago, I dreamed of becoming an attractive lady with a very long, shiny, straight hair. 8years ago, I dreamed of becoming a gorgeous long legged lady. 2years ago, I just wanted everything to be just fine as long as I have a flawless skin. I just thought I was so stressed with my physical looks that blemishes on my face break out and slap me like I should be contented with what I have.
If I will do the math, which I am doing right now thru counting with my right fingers, it's a 6years of dream shifting. I just realized that maybe my maturity date comes every 6years. That my dreams could change in just 6years! It just depends on the state where I don't have something and I'm eager to have it. Or, the dream may not change but that's the only thing I'll ever wish for. Either way, I want to keep dreaming. I dream that these dreams would come true in due time. These dreams make me whole. These dreams encouraged me to hold on, to be strong. These dreams are for my family who share the same dream with me. I know I have to keep dreaming to stay alive because I simply believe that a man without a dream is like a car without the wheels – made to reach a goal but is too useless to move on.
14years ago, I dreamed of living in a big house atop a beautiful vista. 8years ago, I dreamed of living in concrete bungalow-type house with high tech interior. 2years ago, I dreamed of just having a simple house that my family could our own. Certainly, I just wanted a house because we never had one.
14years ago, I dreamed of becoming an attractive lady with a very long, shiny, straight hair. 8years ago, I dreamed of becoming a gorgeous long legged lady. 2years ago, I just wanted everything to be just fine as long as I have a flawless skin. I just thought I was so stressed with my physical looks that blemishes on my face break out and slap me like I should be contented with what I have.
If I will do the math, which I am doing right now thru counting with my right fingers, it's a 6years of dream shifting. I just realized that maybe my maturity date comes every 6years. That my dreams could change in just 6years! It just depends on the state where I don't have something and I'm eager to have it. Or, the dream may not change but that's the only thing I'll ever wish for. Either way, I want to keep dreaming. I dream that these dreams would come true in due time. These dreams make me whole. These dreams encouraged me to hold on, to be strong. These dreams are for my family who share the same dream with me. I know I have to keep dreaming to stay alive because I simply believe that a man without a dream is like a car without the wheels – made to reach a goal but is too useless to move on.
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