I built my dreams since several years ago. From not knowing what I want to be at all, to be an-almost-ambitious person (who mostly end up in despair). Then, I have to rebuild them. Why? Because everything is changed now.
It's not easy to rebuild my dreams (honestly, I even haven't started to rebuild anything yet), I think I know which one my passion is (I can be still totally wrong actually). When I know, that in the end, my dreams aren't really important at all; that if all the matter is that I naturally follow the destiny, what's the point of 'desire'? What's the point of having a chilling goosebumps every time I see my self holding my dreams, every time I see my self hugging my passions; when in the end, it isn't me who choose the best for me?
No, I'm not letting go my dreams away, because I do believe that where there's a will, there's way. I will find my way. The matter is, is it right? For me? For people around me?
There are too many variables I need to consider, and my dreams seem soooooooooo far away.
uhmmm.. nice :p
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