On my own part, I guess this is, once again, a wake up call that it is important to have a direction, a calling, an aim, a goal, a dream. I was once a young and driven child, but it seems that the reality of life has shredded and twisted my dreams into one that is socially conformed, where the end product is fame and fortune and prestige and what-nots.
This is a reminder for me that we should all do what we believe in, to bask in the journey off chasing and trying but not the outcome, to put in our very best because we believe in what we are doing and hold in little regard the people who tells us about how stupid or impossible it is.
And that is the very beauty of life, the chance to try, and try, and try and try and try, until we finally get it right.
I dreamed a dream in time gone by
When hope was high and life worth living
I dreamed that love would never die
I prayed that God would be forgiving
Then I was young and unafraid
And dreams were made and used and wasted
There was no ransom to be paid
No song unsung, no wine untasted
But the tigers come at night
With their voices soft as thunder
As they tear your hopes apart
And they turn your dream to shame
Still I dream he'd come to me
That we would live the years together
But there are dreams that cannot be
And there are storms we cannot weather
I had a dream my life would be
So different from this hell I'm living
So different now from what it seems
Now life has killed the dream I dreamed
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