Dreams? What are they? Others say it gives us meaning in life. It gives you a reason to stand up, keep on fighting and hope for tomorrow. But what if those dreams are being shattered by the people that surround you and the ones that are the reason why you have that certain dream.
When I was young like around 8 years old, I was a huge dreamer. I dreamt of seeing the beauty of the universe and being able to walk on the moon. Even until now, just the idea of it gives me excitement and shivers. Then, I was told I couldn’t make it and I believed in it. I was told to never dream big so that I would never fall hard. I thought that they are right. “How can I accomplish that?” I asked myself. That was just so huge for me. So, I decided on dreaming another dream which was to travel around to world, see the people and the beauty that it can offer. Then again, I was told I couldn’t make it. I was told that it will cost so much and I just don’t have money to support that dream. And again, I did believe it. So, I said to myself that I will just look for another dream.
When I was in high school, I didn’t know that a cruel world existed. Identity crisis, peer pressure appeared. All I wanted was acceptance and appreciation. Yet, I received the opposite. I was bullied. I was bullied for my color and physical appearance. I was always compared to my friends that were pretty and intelligent. It hit me so hard and started doubting myself. No, I started hating myself.
I never believed in myself and in my dreams. So, I just stopped dreaming and was okay with what life has to offer. Until I come to a post of 
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