I used to have a lot of dreams when I was a kid. The most exceptional one was my dream to have a magical paintbrush which could let me have anything I want out of thin air; I only had to imagine and believe it was real. That may be because I lacked so many things other children had when I was a child. I didn’t have a lot of toys or wear any fancy clothes. The only thing I can brag about, however, was my good grades and the fact I looked healthier than most of my wealthy classmates who, I thought, didn’t know how to eat vegetables.
When I entered high school, I also dreamed of becoming a doctor, an engineer or a teacher. But my dream of becoming a writer was the most enduring one of all my dreams. And it had also been my life’s greatest frustration when my parents didn’t allow me to take up Journalism after graduating from high school. As a result, I wasted four years in college. I tried really hard, though. I attended classes, did my home works and projects but I just could not give my very best. My classmates looked up to me still, believing that I would be among the people who could make it, or maybe that was how they made me feel. But in the end, I quit without telling anybody a word. They were surprised, of course, but that was the only way to end the agony.
Unlike other people who wasted their lives out because of failure, I got myself occupied and worked. I once worked as a kitchen crew in a fast-food chain and as a small-time telemarketer. Then I thought that “there are better things out there,” and with a little encouragement from my friend, I decided to go and find a job here in the metropolis.
I really had great difficulty at first. But now that I already have a stable job and am now able to help my family I have, at least, given myself a little boost of self-worth and confidence. Now I can get what I want; I can go anywhere I want to go to. I feel like I’m starting to gain momentum and control, and I don’t have any plans of stopping anytime soon. Because I know that somewhere out there, something good is waiting for me. My dream hasn’t really ended yet. I only have to find the direction towards it.