Time is not a factor when it comes to these kind of things. I keep trying to tell myself that. It doesn’t matter whether I’m getting old, it matters that I reach my goal.
Easy to say. I count the years as they pass. With each passing birthday, my heart sinks more. The dream is always hard to reach. I dreamt about it ever since I was 8, but it was only until I turned 20 that I resolved to do something about it. I’m 23 now.
I’ve already turned older than my cousin that passed away 5 years back. Time is ever so precious. Someone dies in the news everyday, and it seems growing old is something that people take for granted. Granted, it requires no conscious effort to stay alive for most.
I digress. A dream is something fragile. It is easy to give up in the blink of an eye, in the face of failure, and negativity from others or yourself. Too easy.
Let's give it a leap of faith again. JIAMIN DON'T GIVE UP
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