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Dreams - Fact or Fiction?

Feet tucked closely together, time ticked second by second. a thin wisp of air surround the room like it's meant to linger while you take short glimpses onto the screen, tightly gripping on your warm cup of unfinished tea. You wait for an outcome, a result, or anything, that could probably soothe your fast-paced heart from constantly beating oddly quick. 

Trace back time to roughly about five years ago, huge buildings overlooked a teen who believed, maybe even strongly presume that dreams are a figment of a highly creative imagination, inspired by unrealistic books on dusty shelves. A teen who could only hope and pray that something goes well for her, for once. Don't get mistaken, events in her life have been going smoothly in unexpected ways but fear was a huge factor. Fear of the uncertainties in the midst of her mundane life. Sleepless nights, glazed eyes filled with tears that only starry nights are able to witness while she ponder on her unfathomable and rather bleak future. She wonder if she could ever make it, in years to come. Who could she blame, for not revealing the secrets of her future so she won't have to walk blindly into the dark abyss of the unknown. Living in a place or rather a country that highly boast and blatantly glamourizes high achievers individuals, didn't help her self-discovery journey even one bit. Slowly, she realizes that her dreams in life only belong in fictional 'New-York Bestseller' books with no space for the reality. However, that realization definitely did not stop her from continuously watching 'coming of age' movies that strongly filled her childhood. Essentially, those movies sparked her interest to start writing, journalism and many more. So, she carried on with her life, continued school, pursued anything that she has in her hands. From a small bakery hidden in the outskirts of town to an upscale clothing store and now, to the heart of the city. Those feet brought her to places she could never ever possibly imagined and she adored every minute of her life. Maybe, all she really need in life is hope, even if it's impossible and even if everyone around her showed her loudly how it's unattainable. Even if certain things don't work out, better opportunities are making its way towards her and if she never tried, if she never sent that life-changing text or email, she would missed out on outcomes that could be hers. 

Finders keepers. When you chanced upon things that you love to do, it slowly turns into a dream, a lifelong goal for you to keep - like it's meant for you in the first place. Perhaps, there is beauty in slow, delayed moments in our life. Our patience was built to fulfill our heavy desires and passions and it made me wonder, who claim that we aren't mentally strong and why did we decided to listen to them like they knew our pain few years back. I was the young lost teen, each one of us was that young lost teen, possibly even more than just lost and misguided. So here I am, telling you to continuously dream big, persistently pushed yourself into big turmoil spaces and walk with bold hopes because you need all the strength you can possibly grasp once dreams turn into a reality.  

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