Care your dream
當夢想遭到現(xiàn)實的撞擊時，總會發(fā)出凄美的破碎聲。心靈被夢想的碎片刺痛，散落的碎片上還殘留著斑斕的顏色。然而，心靈的疼痛卻有著催人成長的力量。夢想的幻滅，是因為它沒有得到精心的照料。去呵護你的夢想吧！勇敢地站在舞臺中央，跳一曲快樂的人生芭蕾。
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. When I was young， I would twirling around and around in the fields of wildflowers 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. I thought that if I twirled faster everything would disappear and I would wake up in a new place. Reality woke me up when I heard a voice saying， "I don't know why you bother trying to dance. Ballerinas are pretty， slender little girls. Besides， you don't have the talent to even be a ballerina." I remember how those words paralyzed every feeling in my body. I feel 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 in 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 dancer. Reflections don't 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 my dream was even born in the first place， was because it was something that was inside of me. The dream I had was never nurtured and cared for， so it slowly died. It's not that I wanted it to die， but I allowed it to die the day I started listening to the words， "You can't do it." When I finally woke up from many years of dreaming， I realized that you can't settle for dancing in the wildflowers， you have to move on to the platform. I still go to the lake sometimes and sit there. Looking at my reflection is different now too. 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.
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