There's nothing worse than seeing your dream being crushed before your heart filled eyes.
No matter how big or small that dream may be.
I was raised as an infant to believe that If you really want something, you can GET it no matter WHAT. So I've always fought, and received, anything I've ever desired in my life (true story).
So what happens when the dream you've possessed for so long is completely out of your control?
The dream I held for almost two years didn't just involve me, it involved a boy.
And instead of me giving up on that dream, not craving it anymore, he crushed that shit with his bare hands.
Blam. My dream was no longer a dream anymore. It was a fictional fairy tale fed to me.
So now the question is.
Is it STILL my dream? Although based on and built upon lies? Does that dream change to fit the circumstances? Or, now that I am aware of the grave truth. Does that dream vanish?
Its like always dreaming of having a certain beautiful, fast, luxurious ride. Then when you finally obtain the funds to make it yours, you find out about its horrible gas mileage, it's tendency to break down, and its problematic lemon ways.
Do you bare with its flaws and purchase that dream car anyways? Or do you move on, accepting the truth, watching the dream become merely a silly idea of the past?
S. Cavalcanti
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