Some people are born with tornadoes in their lives, but constellations in their eyes. Other people are born with stars at their feet, but their souls are lost at sea.
We all have dreams. We dream the imaginable and unimaginable dreams.
Having our dream keeps the drive within us. It inspires us to keep going and see the possibility of our dreams. We’re in quest in making our dreams turn into reality.
But, what if our dreams were trapped in our minds and false hopes? How can we be sure that it is worth fighting and reaching for?
How much our dreams cost us?
I have no idea.
There are plenty of success stories out there. Yes, its inspiring. But, not everyone has the same fire that keeps the passion of our dreams burning.
Definitely, a struggle. It requires commitment and conviction. But, how certain are we if we are fighting the dream that is meant for us?
Personally, I’m in turmoil. I just can’t figure out my life. I’m always the girl that makes the wrong decisions in life. My dreams got me stuck in this unknown phase of life. Sulking and doubting. Asking where did I go wrong again this time?
This place I’m stuck in consumes all my self-esteem that I struggle to build and here I am crumbling. Drowning in my dreams. My idealism took me in this very moment. All my hopes and aspirations were crushed. My spirit is broken.
How am I supposed to fly when my wings are broken?
Where should I look? What I’m supposed to seek?