Having a dream is pretty crazy. There were many years in my life where I felt like my life was devoid of a singular dream that lead me through life. I felt that I was being pulled in so many directions I wasn’t willing to fight for. I was always jealous that other people had a dream, whether feasible or not. Having something to strive for, something to continuously yearn for, it’s suffocating and freeing all at the same time. And it’s a feeling I really wanted but haden’t felt for a long time.
Now I have a dream….a big dream. And now that I’ve actually found it so many years later, there’s a big part of me that wants to rush out there and get it. But I have to be patient, I have to learn the ropes, I have to be practical about it all until I feel that I’m ready (both in body and spirit) to run after those dreams. But I want it now…and now that I’ve graduated, it’s hard having to watch other people live out the dreams while I’m still working on getting closer to mine. If I was a perfect person I would be genuinely happy that they’ve found it, I just hope it’s their dream as much as it is mine.
I’m working on it, accepting that others have found their and knowing that mine is coming with a lot of hard work and sheer determination, which I have in droves.