My Dream

"Hey, what's your dream?"

"STARFISH"

-x-

          Everyone has their own crazy dream. They list the impossible things and put it in their bucket list. Hoping that one day it will just come true.... but it definitely wont.

          A few days before in my class, my language teacher gave us each person a scrap of paper and we were told to write what is our 'Dream Job'. I didn't write on it immediately, but instead, I looked around. I observed my friends one by one. Some of them wrote enthusiastically, while some other have to think a few seconds before they wrote it out, and then there's the one who just copy the other's 'dream job' because they haven't figured it out yet. 

          I find it pretty amusing that most of my friends were the one that wrote their dream in a flash. While me.... well.... I knew what is my dream job, but I knew even better that I can choose something better to be my dream job. 

          My dream job is to be a writer, or a journalist. I don't really know. The thing that I wrote down on my scrap of paper was 'To be a writer or an animator that could motivate people'.

          I know, it's strange. I don't know if it's just me or if it's just how I go, but I am more suited on writing stuff about 'life' rather than write stories that I have in mind. It gets a little bit frustrating to pour out my thought sometimes. When I tried to write story, I can't seem to find the right word. But when I was faced with my laptop and people be like 'Write down what's on your mind', I would totally go to full length and rant about all of the stuff that I know about this world. This life. But in the end, it doesn't make any fucking sense.

          I've always liked it to be alone. To be free. I never liked it to be tied down by choices and being put down under the pressure. When my friend drag me along to go with them to the place where I don't want to go, I'll let go. I will tell them to go all by themselves while I go and do things my way. I've never liked people that much, y'know? That picture right there basically sums up what I feel about my life right now.

          That's why I want to become a journalist. I want to picture the world's beauty and send it all over the place to where people that can't enjoy the view that I can. To send the love and support through my writing about world hunger and/or strayed children. I want to capture every moment of history so that it could be a memoirs and warning to people all around the world. I'll do that all alone. Travel the world just like that (Surely it CAN'T be that easy). Well, at least that is my DREAM. It's just a dream. I don't really know what the future holds in front of me. But my teacher said this one phrase that I will try to never forget;

"When you have something that you believed in, work hard to make it come true. Eventually, one way or another, it will"

-Dian 2014

I kind of modified the translate a little bit, but that was what she said to me and my friends in class.

Gosh, she is such a perfect role model.

          People from my class write a lot of different things. Even some that I never expected. A lot of them wanted to be a doctor or a designer (the IT kind of thing, my vocabulary is not that wide dude). But some wrote very funny and unexpected thing. Like my guy best friend. He wanted to be an accountant. It's a good job, really. But I never expected anyone to make it a dream job! Some answered to be a writer (That'll be my buddies. Which I wont write his AND her name). One wanted to be a musician (That'll be my guy best friend! Buy his album which will come out on 2089). There's a lot of different answers and I find it pretty amusing that... I don't know. I find it cool that people have a dream, a goal, a motivation... something that they believed and hold onto in life. It helps them to survive. Because they have this belief in their thought that 'Soon I will reach my dream, and all of this shall come to an end'. 

          But to just put it simple, my dream is to be happy. Hell, my life is one heck of a trainwreck. No, it's not the worst and I am grateful for what I have in life. But you know... I'm just not happy. I don't even know what makes me unhappy! But... I just... don't. Maybe because I'm being tied down now and I don't have any good companion except this girl I've considered as my own sister (Sorry 'friends', truth be told). So you know... I would like to feel genuinely happy someday. 

          My ultimate dream? I want to make it big in New York. I want my book to be recognized and to be known by people. Imagine how amazing it would be if '#1 New York Times Bestseller' is written on top of my book!

Fuck that'll be great.

          SO! That's it really. Sorry you have to read about me ranting again. Couldn't help it. If you haven't find your dream yet, take it easy. Do what you love, avoid the things that brings you down, do your best, and keep those you love near by you. M'kay? 'Kay.

C'ya grasshooper.

-Best Regards