When I was still young, I dreamt of being a scientist. A respected Nobel laureate.
Now, it is still a dream.
When I was in primary school, I dreamt of being able to use newly bought books.
(You would understand this feeling better probably if you are also a middle child. Certain feelings cannot be described by words but if you know what I mean, you know. If you don't, you simply won't understand.)
Now, it has become a past. Something that I let go alongside as my childhood passed.
When I was in secondary school, I dreamt of being able to play in a Symphony or Military Band.
And till now it remains only a dream.
When I came over to Singapore, I dreamt of having a big bunch of good friends who always share all the ups and downs, doing crazy things all the while. A group that I feel a sense of belonging.
After 4 years, it remained a dream.
After 7 years, it appears to have realized, but my other commitments give the circumstances and opportunities away.
After 8 years, this dream finally comes true. And I have found my passion in Arts .
And as new dreams appear, your passion flourishes.
Now, I dream of being able to form a professional singing group with my bunch of vocal colleagues, and we'll have lots of fun entertaining our eager audiences.
Now, I dream of getting a well-paid job while not having a tight schedule so I could still go for practices and sing with all my heart. Right now, at this moment, I dream of being in the snowy Alp ranges of Switzerland, enjoying the breeze of the thin cool oxygen molecules.
Would all these be just a dream? Still be a dream after a while? Or would only remain as a dream?
Dreams are, indeed, wonderful. |
