A DREAM COME TRUE OR NOT?

There was a season in my life, where my dream was as strong as the voice in my head, constantly nagging, pushing , reminding me. I kept on seeing the vision, steady, constantly. It was all I thought about. I dreamed of becoming someone of influence. A person whose words mattered, whose absence was noticed, someone whose words people reverenced and thought about long after the very last sentence. I dreamed of being an influencer. A powerful Individual, an icon. I wanted to make my mark in the world. I wanted to create a positive impact so large that would be talked about in years coming.

At first, I was excited about the dream. I felt I could do anything. The possibilities felt endless. I would watch videos about other influencers, how they moved, behaved, spoke, carried themselves, acted and so much more. I would read books on how to constantly improve myself in all walks of life, financially, socially, educationally, culinary, spiritually and so much more. I made it a point of duty to always acquire knowledge. This is because, to become an influencer, one must be quite knowledgeable in a lot of things.

But then came doubt, and inferiority complex. Especially during my early teen years. I began comparing myself with others. Especially when it came to dressing and social appearances. Responsibilities crept in, the economy happened. More bills to pay, finances and the rest of it all took away my focus, lessened my fire and over time I gave up on it.

You know, life has a funny way of interrupting dreams, and taking away the excitement that comes with dreaming. Time became scarce on my hands. I found myself juggling between school, and little jobs that helped me fend for myself in the meantime. It was either work, school, chores and somewhere between all this my dream got lost in it all.

One day it struck me, my dream felt so distant. especially when I saw others living the life I wished for myself. How had time flown so fast? How did I get so entangled and lost in responsibilities and obligations that I forgot my dream? I thought. I watched people build careers around the type of life I had always wanted. My dream felt like a fairy tale to me, almost unrealistic. At some point I wondered “Do dreams have an expiration date?”

As time flew by, I came to the understanding that sometimes dreams don't always happen the way we imagined it. I never truly gave up on my dreams. The little time I had, in those quiet moments I had, I continued with the little I could. slowly working on my dream. I’m far from there yet. But I can see progress. Sometimes achieving your dreams doesn't come loud and grand. Sometimes it is silent, quiet and slow but not impossible and despite life struggles, my dream lives on waiting to be achieved.

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