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My Dream
I dream… I dream… I dream…
all I ever do is dream. Every single night for the past
sixteen years, it’s all I’ve ever done. Whether it may be of
going ten times platinum in cd sales as a successful artist,
or even becoming the first doctor to find a definite cure
for cancer, dreams are what keep us going, that little
thought in the corner of our heads which tells us, we can
become something, someone.
I dream to succeed. To
finish high school with top UAI. To look upon the faces of
others and know that I have just as much ability as the next
person. I want to look into the eyes of my parents, and my
peers and tell them, my stressful hours of cramming, and my
persistent effort has finally paid off. To see the wrinkled
expressions on my parent’s faces, to know that their little
girl has done them proud. And most of all, to have that
tattooed smile engraved onto my face.
I dream to find
someone. Not just anyone, but THE one. A hot and spunky
Freddie Prinze Jnr look-a-like. Someone with deep brown eyes
and a smile that would make any steel surfaced heart melt.
Equipped with a Rove McManus sense of humor and Brad Pitt
body, I’ll be the envy of all my friends. He’ll be there
when I’m down, and still make me laugh when I’m not. He
would make me believe in such a thing as prince charming,
and of course, my Cinderella wish would come true…
“Fame! I’m gonna
forever, I’m gonna learn how to fly…” I dream of to be
famous. To have what so many dream to have, but can never
come close to. I dream to have the world at my feet, with
fans screaming out my name and plastering posters of myself
on their bedroom walls. Every move I make, every step I take
will seem to count. Envy. Admiration. Bliss.
I dream to become the
beholder of wealth, luxuries and riches. To have the best
that money can buy. I want to shop in the Designer streets
of Paris, cruise the mountains of the Himalayas
in my red hot Ferrari, and even better yet, dine with the
stars in Hollywood
Boulevard. I would be able to watch those World Vision ads,
and actually know that I can make a difference, not just for
one child, but also for a whole community. People may tell
me, money can’t bring you happiness, but at least it can
bring joy, chances and opportunities for those starving
children in Ethiopia. I’ll have the reassurance that my
children will be able to make it through life with all it
has to offer, and never be judged based on their
socioeconomic status. And on my endless shopping sprees will
prove, that diamonds are a girl’s best friend!
I dream of possessing
a splendor of facial features caricature of perfection, with
every single detail. You could look into my eyes and feel
the serenity of the deep sea. You could take a glance of my
lush red lips and begin to wonder if Snow White had existed.
I could walk down any street of any suburb, and make
statements without speech. I would be able to watch
supermodels on the runway and and still feel good.
The power of beauty can take a person to certain extents
which money can’t buy. And most importantly, to know the
truth, that looks can kill.
I dream to triumph.
Become a pioneer in my very own medical field. To walk down
the streets and know that the discoveries I make will help
the people of the community, the country, and maybe even the
world. To be able to feel the personal rewards saving lives
has, and to feel that life has been worthy because of the
benefits I am able to provide for the future generations.
But despite all those
dreams I may have, these in reality are just fantasies.
Every now and then, we’d say to ourselves, if only I looked
like that, or if only I had tried harder, or even if only I
had that sort of money. But despite the strengths money,
fame or status may bring, there is one true dream that
overrides all. A dream and can,
I dream of simplicity.
I dream of happiness. I dream of freedom. In the world which
we live in, nothing is ever enough. There is always the want
and the greed for more. All I want is to live life
fulfilled. I just want to walk along, and feel the wind
brush itself against my face. To feel that sense of liberty
rush up against me. I want to be able to grasp every
opportunity to be content. To go through and live life to
the very max and be able to set an example for others, and
hopefully even change lives. I want to make people realize
that life isn’t a struggle; rather it’s a gift to be
cherished. I want to be eight nine years old one day, and
look back at the memories of my youth and know, that even if
life ends tomorrow, it was all worth it.
The word I hate most
is regret. And I believe that the only way that I will fail
in achieving this dream is by regretting. I never want for
there to be a moment where I am feeling sorry for myself,
because the duration of time I spend moaning about the past,
is precious time for a new beginning wasted.
Hello everyone! My name
is Kellie, and I believe that dreams do come true. |
