I like reading true stories, true stories about people living in a terrible condition and still, have the best ambition ever, and later on in life succeed in pursuing their dreams. I truly admire them, truly, deeply, completely.
But,
how about the others?
Why is a story about a child raised in a middle class family, provided with adequate education and care and love who also has a magnificent dream not as important as the one about the desperate child?
I believe that no matter who you are, where you are from, how you are born and raised, you should have the equal rights, the most equal rights to compete against one another for your dreams.
The precious thing should be seen more seriously in the young generation is that they own will power, and, beautiful dreams.
I have a dream. A big one. The one that contains millions and billions and trillions other dreams in it.
And my only hope, is being able to turn them into reality one day. And if not, to write a book about them, maybe not even a book, only a draft can satisfy me, because I need those dreams in my life. I desperately need to keep them written and saved so as not to forget them as life continues.
My teenage dreams always seem so approachable, yet so unrealistic at the same time.
So beautiful, yet only exist in my imagination.
So simple, yet so impossible.
So much passion, yet somehow lack in motivation.
So strong, but somehow too fragile.
Your teenage dreams are not, and will not be who you are in life.
But your teenage dreams are definitely a part of your soul, the freshest part, the purest part, and the best part.
Maybe, that's why teenagers always claim that they have the strongest love that is invincible.
But adults know, that it is by no means true. And then adults help teenagers to get out of their dreamy bubbles and prepare themselves for the cruel world that awaits them. But is that really the help that is needed? Is that really how we should prepare?
Who made the world so cruel, so evil, so dark, so dangerous?
It's us human. Not any devils, not any monsters.
It's how some of us see the world and set the rules that makes things so complicated.
Don't tell anyone to stop dreaming.
It's their dreams, our dreams, your dreams what make our world our world.
It's dreams that make life so worth-living.
YOU ARE READING
me.
Short StoryAt first I created this story just to upload one of my poem, but from now on I'm gonna make it kind of a diary where I keep my emotions and thoughts written down throughout the years.
