Dreams

Dreams, so close yet so out of reach. Everyone has dreams that seem unreachable, dreams so high like the stars. Even though they don’t always come true, dreams are refreshing, they give a person a sense of hope or a sense to keep going and one day they might even reach those dreams. I had this dream once about flying high above into the clouds and I remember thinking about how fluffy the clouds were, like marshmallows. Even though I know this dream is physically impossible I like thinking of the idea of sitting on the clouds one day.

Some things can feel like just a lost cause

A lost cause is something unable to be fixed, something without a resolution. Like when a piece of paper is too torn to put back together, or a conflict between a friend that just does not want to resolve. I remember failing a certain class I took in the summer before my freshman year, having to retake it my freshman year just felt like a lost cause. I remember someone saying this to me, there is always a light at the end of the tunnel and what felt like a lost cause, did not feel lost anymore. Lost causes are not irreparable they are just lost and in need of finding.

Struggle to Self-Express

Having english as a second language and living in an english speaking country is, in my opinion, one of the many difficult things faced in life. Even to me, having learned english when I was 5 and perfecting how I speak it by 10 years old, trying to express myself in english is close to impossible. Even when translated the translation doesn’t do my expressions justice. As I grow and learn more english, I lose my ability to self express myself using my native tongue. It’s an endless loop of being unable to express myself. Now I lack knowledge to express myself in any language, I simply cannot find the words; it’s like the words are at the back of my throat but I cannot reach them. Unlike some stories, this one doesn’t have a successful or happy ending. Self-expression is something that I long to do but I will never know how.

Remember Where You Came From

I moved here with my parents and my brother when I was about 12, Im 15 now. One thing my mother always reminds me of is to always remember where I came from no matter what or where I am in the future. Although I don’t visit my home very much I always remember my house, the furniture, my neighbors, and the stores around like i’m still there. I remember having a conversation with someone who is from the same country as me, I asked him if he remembered the memories he made there. He responds,

“I don’t want to remember anything, my life is better here.” 

This was a wake up call for me, I didn’t want to end up like that guy. No matter how difficult life was for me or anyone, That country is what I called home for most of my life and I plan to keep calling it home for as long as I can. Being proud and remembering where I came from gives me a sense of pride even if no one else can relate to that. I know I will always call this place home even though I live here, I take pride in that. Home is not always a house, in my case it’s my country, a place I long to live in for the rest of my life.

I’ll Always Come Back

Wherever the wind, the world, and my fate takes me I’ll always come back. I’ll always come back to the people I love, and to the home I love. I can go meet new people, and buy a house but I’ll always come back. These 2 things have a special place in my heart, so no matter what I will come back. Those people were there for me, put a smile on my face, gave me everything I needed, and did everything they could for me when i needed it. Finding people like that is one difficult task. So no matter how far, I’ll always come back.