Dreams stayed dreams

Often every parent asks their children what they want to be when they grew up.

I was asked the same question when I was a kid.

I remember telling them “I want to be in the music industry” I don’t care what I will do I just want my future to be filled with music.

Then they looked at me as if I was dreaming of a rubbish dream. “Musicians are worthless” they told me.

I still got involve with music. In Elementary I was part of the choir and the band. My music teacher was my idol then. Then my mom commented, “She must be dumb when she was young she can’t teach other subject except music” then other parents agreed. It broke my heart.

Latee on during the Highschool days I stopped. Stopped playing the instruments, stopped singing. Then I stopped living and became a robot. I followed my parents desire now I am just breathing not living.

I am a breathing thing, not a living human.

I earn money to have a living but never to live.

I WONDER what my life would be like if I pursued my dream. Perhaps I would not be writing this piece if I did follow my dream.