Care your dream
Care your dream
My dream ended when I was born. Although I never knew it then, I just held on to something that would never come to pass. Dreams really do exist. But in the morning when you wake up, they are remembered just as a dream. That is what happened to me.
I always have the dream to dance like a beautiful ballerina twirling around and around and hearing people applaud for me, not only in the game world, that in the game world I often do that, and that I have earned lots of aoc gold from the other players, but that in the reality life I also do that. When I was young, I would twirling around and around in the fields of wild flowers that grew in my backyard. For hours I would dance as if people were watching me. I would dance so fast that I would forget where I was, until I would hear sounds that reminded me of where I really was. And not I was not in the game world and that I could not compete with someone or that the conan gold. I thought that if I twirled faster everything would disappear and I would wake up in a new place. Reality woke up when I heard a voice saying, "I do not know why you bother trying to dance. Ballerinas are pretty, slender little girl. Besides, you do not have the talent to be a ballerina you play in the game world is enough." I remember how those words paralyzed every feeling in my body. I felt to the ground and wept for hours.
We lived in the country by a nearby lake and I would sometimes go there to hide. My parents were never home anyway and I did not like to be at home where I could hear the walls talking of pain. When they were home, my mother just yelled and criticized because nothing was ever perfect n her life. She dreamed of a different life but ended up living in a country far away from the city where she believed her dreams would have come true.
I enjoyed hanging out by the water. I would sit there for hours and stare at my reflection. There I was, looked nothing like a pretty ballerina dance, and that at the bottom of my heart that I can not endure the cheap aoc gold and that I should be the dancer in the reality life, and that I would get lots of money and then I would set up one dance school. I believe the reflections do not lie. Once the waves would come, my reflection was gone. Washed away just like my dream to dance. I sat there staring at the water, hoping that my reflection would reappear and be different.
As I grew older, I began to realize that the reason mu dream was even born in the first place, was because it was something that was inside of me. Maybe the first time when I saw the game I had loved it and that I liked playing games when I had time and that from the game world I could get lots of happiness and especially the age of conan gold I loved it so much. The dream I had was never nurtured and cared for, so it slowly died. It is not that I wanted it to die, but I allowed it to die the day I started listening to the words, "You can not do it." When I finally woke up from many years of dreaming, I realized that you can not settle for dancing in the wild flowers, you have to move on to the platform. I still go to the lake sometimes when I was tired and sit there thought of my game world life and my reality life, the differences are not only the aoc money and dollars, and the most important is that, when I was young, I looked at how others saw me, now that I am older and wiser, I look at how God sees me.
