My mom is a teacher so my first dream was to be one
Who helps children sing ABC and start to count from one
I thought that it was really cool
I was then motivated to go to school
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Mid-elementary years, being a nurse was popular
Wearing a white “dress”, and hair on a neat bun
The dream to be a teacher traveled far
Being a nurse seems more fun
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Entering high school, having a dream became a competition
First, tick the boxes, before having any ambition
“For you to be a nurse, you need to have this certain grade”
It suddenly became conditional
A way of dreaming I never knew existed
I then tasted the bittersweet of naivety
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Suddenly, the fun of dreaming was lost
The child in me started to shrink
And the rest is history
Dreaming didn’t become so easy as I grew up
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Learning about life’s realities
It has put me in a complexity
Taking life’s responsibilities
Has made me focus on impossibilities
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The little girl who loved dreaming
Started dreaming with a caution
With a lot of conditions
And with “if-situations”
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Now, as I sit here with years of life’s experiences
Wiser from the lessons of my mistakes
And stronger from the grueling days
~
The setbacks I had to stand up to
The tortuous nights I had to sleep into
And the tedious days that I had to go through
I write my dreams
~
With loving kindness, I take and write them all
I may have failed, but it won’t cease me from dreaming
This time, a new kind of dream
Another perspective, another view
~
Not a title before my name, not even a thick wallet
I value their importance,
but they won’t be the reason for my existence.
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Now, my ultimate dream is simple
To be content with what I have
To take life one day at a time
To take experiences one breath at a time
To be peaceful with where I am
And to be loved for who I am
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It’s all I want now
I dream of being happy, satisfied, and at peace
With grace, I call for that child within me
To have fun in this life
To dream without condition
To live life fully, and freely
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Because in dreaming, it’s where adventure flows
Adventure to success
Journey to healing
A trip to love
Back to yourself
~
Because, isn’t all that matters?
About the Creator
Ann ☕️
If my words connect with you, then I have fulfilled one of my dreams.
Thank you for being here, and for choosing to be here.
Sending you my love~
~Ann ☕️
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