life always seems to get in the way.
we live through our hopes and dreams, but no matter what the fiction and fantasies tell us, not all dreams come true.
the little girl who was supposed to grow up to be an astronaut is now working the bag line at the grocery store.
the young man who was going to create a solution to global warming is now depressed and suicidal.
the baby that was born to become the next president was killed in a school shooting.
it wasn't their fault. life always seems to get in the way, doesn't it?
sometimes we dream and dream and dream our little dream, but what is there we can possibly do to stop life from getting in our ways? what if we are never able to give the world our gifts because life never let us?
some say it's in our fate. some say it was unfortunate luck.
i say we're all doomed from the beginning. and those born into lives that give them better chances are the ones who grow up to be that astronaut, scientist, and president.
but the rest of us...
our dreams are killed before they even have a chance to live.
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