When I was a child, I had many dreams, many wishes…. I wanted to make the world mine; I wanted to conquer every part of world. I wanted to travel to moon. I wanted to be strong; strong enough to stay, strong enough to escape…
But as I grew up, my dreams become smaller, the most important and biggest dreams faded away first… .Mother told the brightest flame burns quickest, what I heart was true. I lost my first dream and understood that is not achievable that’s just a dream…. The more I grew up everyday the more I lost dreams and face reality instead…I felt like I become someone new with new born dreams, I didn't even remember my old dreams... but I’ve always asked myself is that me killing that little son’s dreams or I’m not doing this, reality does?
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