In my life, I sometimes make fantasies; dreams that maybe I’ll never reach or be done.
For example, when I was a kid, I wanted to be a soldier like my father because I thought that job was honored by many people.
Over the time, I changed my dream to become a doctor, instead. Turns out, I didn’t have good grades at Biology and Chemistry.
Then, I lost purpose. Seemed that time I would do anything to have new dreams.
And that still goes on—the process of renewing my dreams—to truly discover my potential and skills to go through this rough life. I hope I will find it.
But if I don’t…
No, I can’t think like that. I have to keep dreaming. Maybe even renewing my dreams for a little longer.