We Are The Murderers of Our Own Dreams

As a kid, what did you dream of becoming? maybe a firefighter? a painter? a rock star? a footballer? I bet it was never something like an engineer or financial analyst. Your dreams were as vast as the universe itself, higher than the clouds up in the sky, bounded by no limitations of reality. You wanted to conquer the world, never had a thought of failing at things. All you craved was growing up enough to achieve them, right?

I remember how I dreamt of becoming an astronaut, with a mission to set a life on Mars.. naively imagined opening a free hospital to treat the poor, taking pretty flowers instead of money as fees.. dreamt of a silly invention of a weight-transferring machine after my sister joked about wanting to transfer her fats to me.. I wanted to find that secret formula that would make me a mermaid who’s free to explore the treasures of the oceans, especially the Atlantic ocean, which for some reason always fascinated me.

I had millions of such dreams. These dreams were like big treasures, filling my heart with hope, wonder and excitement.

But maybe inherently, childhood dreams have a shorter lifespan.

One by one, they disappear, until none remains.

What was that “impossible” dream you dared to make a reality? and ever thought what got you lost on the way to your treasure?

It was the weight of society.

It was the battle with your own self.

As society repeatedly told you that such dreams were unrealistic, it came to a point where you stopped believing in them. You somehow convinced yourself that those dreams were nothing more than childish fantasies.

You blamed society for crushing your dreams, how easy is it to blame society…. so much easier than to accept that you were weak enough to let those dreams fade away. You were the one who held the knife and ended their existence in your heart. You allowed fear and self-doubt to poison your mind, slowly watering the flames of your passions until they suffocated and died.

In a house you grew up dreaming unimaginable things, you murdered them.

History has the stories of people who lived their dreams, despite the burden of society. Who would have thought stepping onto that shiny round ball which appears in the sky every night? you think, society didn’t mock them for their so-called “unrealistic dreams”? But Inventors dared to believe in the impossible and ended up rewriting the story of human history.

Don’t murder your dreams, or you will be killed by regret.

because when you trust your dreams, they take flight, they really fly high above society, which once criticized you. Dreams paint the world with wonder and curiosity, they remind us that this world that we live in, is not bound by limitations, but rather shaped by the courage to dream. Close your eyes and listen to your dreams, their melody promises hope.

Never let that child in you, and the dreams it has got… die.

After all,

“The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dream.”

Don't let fear and self-doubt extinguish your dreams. Those who dare to believe in their dreams shape the future. Remember, 'The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.' Nurture your dreams and let them soar. Regret kills more dreams than failure ever will. Keep the child in you alive, and let your dreams take flight

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