When I Grow Up...

Remember the good old days when every single 7 year old knew what they wanted to be when they grew up? As if the World was so generous and fair, as if America was the only place where dreams come true; there was simply an infinite universe of possibilities. Who would have ever known that a simple question didn't have one correct answer for every person.

Usually there are the traditional responses:
When I grow up I'm going to be... A doctor, A firefighter, A teacher, A nurse, A businessperson, A musician, An artist, A singer, A dancer, or An actor... etc.

But at what point of time did we ever stop believing in our dream? Reality literally smacked us in the face because new clothes and shoes, new supplies, and new toys every school year became necessary to become a person worth acknowledging. Because who are we to dream of something big when we are simply ourselves, a nobody.

And then there was a special person in your life that told you, you can be anyone you want to be; You can do anything you set your mind to; As long as you work hard, everything will work out, and you'll have everything you've ever dreamt of. Now don't be cynical because things may not go the way you want it to. Now don't you cry because you've lost everything you've worked so hard for. Now don't you die because you've been neglected and left all alone.

You, the person there sulking. You, the person who's broken. You, the person yearning for love. YOU stand up right now and tell the World that your dreams belong to no one other than you. Your dreams can never be taken away because it's a part of your being. Your dreams are why you're still standing and it's why you can do anything to make it come true!
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When I grow up, I want to be thankful for every moment that I didn't give up.

To my readers,
dream on little dreamer <3