Dream the impossible dream
I asked my mother what would I be; will I be pretty, will I be rich and here’s what she said to me. Que sera, sera. What ever will be, will be the future’s not ours to see, que sera sera. The song goes as it plays in my head.
When I was still a sprouting seed, I imagined myself running my own small clinic, along with my small businesses at the side. I also asked my mother, what will I be? Instead of telling me that I’ll be a successful doctor, she replied; “You will be the person who you think you are today.” I never understood what she meant long ago, but as her words unravel, I slowly comprehended the message. Little by little, the threads of my interest slowly created a beautiful cross-stitch; wow, it engraved the entitlement “M.D.”
Suddenly, my interest shifted as I entered high school. I developed my verbal abilities, and I wanted to become a lawyer someday. To stop injustice of every kind, especially to those who fabricate evidences. Unfortunately, I suck at memorizing.
There were a lot of drastic change, raging storms, and fooling games. As if I was in a rollercoaster ride and my envisions for my dreams and hopes all fell from the sky like rain pouring for the farmers. I felt like an outcast. As these hindrances seem to build walls, I am more determined to face the battle of life instead of letting my spirit whither, and earn my keep. But what key was I looking for to unlock the doors?
Will I be the child’s dream in me? Or will my current dream- to be a part of the publishing industry to reign? I contemplated with the “marveling” thoughts that kept me wake at night. I said myself you be the person who you think of today. Someday and somewhere the teen in me will be attending big events to and her works will be on top.
If ever there will be a turn in the road and I’d take that path, I do hope that I’ll get the degree of M. D. Settling success with my future family.
When I was still a sprouting seed, I imagined myself running my own small clinic, along with my small businesses at the side. I also asked my mother, what will I be? Instead of telling me that I’ll be a successful doctor, she replied; “You will be the person who you think you are today.” I never understood what she meant long ago, but as her words unravel, I slowly comprehended the message. Little by little, the threads of my interest slowly created a beautiful cross-stitch; wow, it engraved the entitlement “M.D.”
Suddenly, my interest shifted as I entered high school. I developed my verbal abilities, and I wanted to become a lawyer someday. To stop injustice of every kind, especially to those who fabricate evidences. Unfortunately, I suck at memorizing.
There were a lot of drastic change, raging storms, and fooling games. As if I was in a rollercoaster ride and my envisions for my dreams and hopes all fell from the sky like rain pouring for the farmers. I felt like an outcast. As these hindrances seem to build walls, I am more determined to face the battle of life instead of letting my spirit whither, and earn my keep. But what key was I looking for to unlock the doors?
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Will I be the child’s dream in me? Or will my current dream- to be a part of the publishing industry to reign? I contemplated with the “marveling” thoughts that kept me wake at night. I said myself you be the person who you think of today. Someday and somewhere the teen in me will be attending big events to and her works will be on top.
If ever there will be a turn in the road and I’d take that path, I do hope that I’ll get the degree of M. D. Settling success with my future family.
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