
It would be a lie to say that I don't have dreams, goals for my future, a plan.Yet I am embarrassed by it, i hid it, i even deny it to ever be anything more than a girls dream fading to memory. Even to those so close to me, people who I have a bond with so strong that nothing can brake it.
I remember my first ever dream, to be a mermaid. Unrealistic, true, but I was 3 years old at the time, and although I am no longer 3, if someone said to me that they could make me a mermaid, I would scream with joy.
I have always been an unrealistic dreamer and I think that is my problem. I was a 90s Disney child and believed that dreams "really do come true" but never noticed that most Disney characters had to fight for they happiness. Sound stupid, (I am aware) but I guess that one day everything would just fall into place and would get everything I every dream.
How wrong am I?
I told you I was unrealistic.
Now I am older and a little wiser I now what I want to do, and I know how hard I will have to work to get anywhere with it, but I still hid behind this fear that if I tell anyone about my passions or dreams, that they will laugh at me, or tell me I am being ridiculous, or do that every so annoying hush voiced of "oh really, sounds interesting" head tilted to one side, a looked of confused sympathy and judgement spread across their face.
It is easy to say one thing, but hard to believe in it.
I think I need to sing out at the top of my lungs "Don't stop Believing" or "Let it Go"
|\What do you think?
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