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Thursday, January 1, 2009
Dream on...
What is exactly a dream? Is it always supposed to be positive? Why are the negatives have to be called nightmares? But still, even if it's negative, isn't it still in the branch of a dream.
My definition of a dream is different. It's a state of mind that keeps the nerves alive. It makes you want to believe that tomorrow will always have something better to offer. Is it fake? Is it real? No one can ever really know. But why do we dream? Is it so we feel good? Why can't we just face reality and accept that life isn't a stupid fairy tale book people make with the stupid "happily ever after". They make those books because they wish their lives were like their stories. Why do we let ourselves follow in their footsteps? Living, breathing, hoping that one day a prince charming/damsel in distress will come and swipe us off our feet and make us feel lighter than air? Life is not a book that is already written for you. You're here to make the lines that go inside.
I never felt that I'm supposed to be here. I never felt that I belonged, was needed, wanted, nor did I ever feel that I was truly loved. I've always been the excuse, joke, substitution, useless rag doll. That's why I've already given up on these so called dreams, I was born in this world already feeling at a young age that I'll never be enough for someone to be proud of, told that I will never reach my potential, that I'm wasting my studies wherein I'm nothing, and that I will only be a disappointment to humankind itself. Throughout my 15 years, I've accepted all that has been negatively thrown at me.
I tried to be everyone's friend. Not realizing fast enough that I'm being abused. I knew what was going on but I never took action. I don't regret doing the things I've done, but I do regret not doing anything to change it.
Dreams don't just give you hope, they can even ruin you. How? It's when you expect something to happen and when you almost reach it, it gets crushed and you breakdown into tears, wondering why it just had to happen to you. You made the decision to have faith, you crushed yourself into what happened. Who else do you have to blame but yourself.
What makes it worse is when it happens to you each and every day. You want it to get better. You do all that is possible for it to change even a little bit. But you still end up with the worst. What is left for you to do?
So what do dreams really mean? Are they meant for good purposes only or are they going to help you realize that you're life isn't a book. How are you going to live now? By the fairy tale fake life or by facing reality and write what you want to be known for?
Are you going to start now? Or wait till it's almost to late. 4:13 AM
Thursday, January 1, 2009
Dream on... What is exactly a dream? Is it always supposed to be positive? Why are the negatives have to be called nightmares? But still, even if it's negative, isn't it still in the branch of a dream.
My definition of a dream is different. It's a state of mind that keeps the nerves alive. It makes you want to believe that tomorrow will always have something better to offer. Is it fake? Is it real? No one can ever really know. But why do we dream? Is it so we feel good? Why can't we just face reality and accept that life isn't a stupid fairy tale book people make with the stupid "happily ever after". They make those books because they wish their lives were like their stories. Why do we let ourselves follow in their footsteps? Living, breathing, hoping that one day a prince charming/damsel in distress will come and swipe us off our feet and make us feel lighter than air? Life is not a book that is already written for you. You're here to make the lines that go inside.
I never felt that I'm supposed to be here. I never felt that I belonged, was needed, wanted, nor did I ever feel that I was truly loved. I've always been the excuse, joke, substitution, useless rag doll. That's why I've already given up on these so called dreams, I was born in this world already feeling at a young age that I'll never be enough for someone to be proud of, told that I will never reach my potential, that I'm wasting my studies wherein I'm nothing, and that I will only be a disappointment to humankind itself. Throughout my 15 years, I've accepted all that has been negatively thrown at me.
I tried to be everyone's friend. Not realizing fast enough that I'm being abused. I knew what was going on but I never took action. I don't regret doing the things I've done, but I do regret not doing anything to change it.
Dreams don't just give you hope, they can even ruin you. How? It's when you expect something to happen and when you almost reach it, it gets crushed and you breakdown into tears, wondering why it just had to happen to you. You made the decision to have faith, you crushed yourself into what happened. Who else do you have to blame but yourself.
What makes it worse is when it happens to you each and every day. You want it to get better. You do all that is possible for it to change even a little bit. But you still end up with the worst. What is left for you to do?
So what do dreams really mean? Are they meant for good purposes only or are they going to help you realize that you're life isn't a book. How are you going to live now? By the fairy tale fake life or by facing reality and write what you want to be known for?
Are you going to start now? Or wait till it's almost to late.
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