05 / letter to your hopes and dreams
Dear Hopes and Dreams,
I know I have a lot of hopes and I also have a lot dreams. The dreams I had 5 years ago are not the same as the ones I have now. I wanted to be president. That was back when I was on top of the world, when I felt like I could do anything (a.k.a - when I was 6.)
But I have much different dreams now, I have no interest in politics or business. I want to study film. In a way, it’s what I’ve always wanted to do, but I just recently realized it. I remember when Charles and I were younger we would make these adorable short films about ridiculous topics. We would steal or “borrow” Charles’ dad’s camcorder, place it on a stack of books and we’d run around acting and giggling. It was the most fun I remember having. So that’s what I want to do, I want to study film production. It’s probably my biggest dream, even though I’m not much of a dreamer.
I have hopes, even if I try not to. Because everybody hopes. Hope helps you in desperate times of need, it gives you comfort on the darkest days. Hope is bittersweet, it can lift you up high, it can give you false expectations, and it can crush you.
But hope is one of those things everybody has. Hope is a tricky thing though. It’s the belief that circumstances in the future will be better. It's not a wish that things will get better, it’s an actual belief, even when there’s no evidence that anything will change. Everyone can hope, from a high school student hoping for an A in algebra to a cancer patient hoping for a cure.
Hope has let me down many times. The time I most vividly remember being let down by hope was when Aunt Betty was diagnosed with cancer that was treatable. The doctors told us she would be fine & all I hoped was for her to be okay, for her to recover. And, once she was well again, she’d take Oliver and I out for ice cream like she always did when we were younger. But that never happened. She didn't make it.
Hoping is like that.
Bittersweet.
Love,
Olivia
xoxo
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Genç KurguSixteen-year old Olivia Grey has gotten the idea of writing letters. Every letter addressed to a different person and in those letters she’ll tell all, she’ll be brave and courageous and she’ll get everything off her chest and then when she’s done...
