Here's To The Dreamers

Here's To The Dreamers

"It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live." - JK Rowling

I consider myself as a dreamer; every day, I conjure up new ideas from the back of my head. Most of them come in the form of novel ideas, in which I would take down in word documents, legal pads, and notecards.

Other times, I would go online and find ways to make these dreams into a reality, whether it’s writing an article or applying for a program. I also draw out my thoughts based off of what I’ve observed and what I wanted to conceive in my mind.

Yet sometimes, these dreams just remain that, dreams. A colorful dream which remained in my mind for a long time until it fades in the background into a shade of gray. I get excited about a new project, work on it for a while and then, when it seems too overwhelming, I give up on it entirely until it’s too late.

Frequently, when I was younger, my mother asserted that I could be anything I wanted, as long I worked hard and had a clear focus on my goals. Up until high school, it was easy. I read many books, studied hard in school, and then saw the results come through with high GPAs and honors recognition. I got accepted to an elite high school, did the same process, and committed myself to get into university.

Once in, I found myself in an ocean of ambiguity.

Naturally, I committed myself to classes - as the International Studies major was one of “capacity constrained classes," which required good grades and an essay to get into, I wanted to do well in them. Despite the readings and writing involved, I managed to complete them, and got into the major of my choosing.

However, I also find myself in ambiguity towards what to do next - knowing my skills and my interests, I would like to work at a think tank and do research. And then, one day, publish novels and plays along with poetry, go abroad, meet new people. Maybe even become famous.

Despite the lectures I’ve received and the advice I’ve heard, I can’t seem to disciple myself with regards to time and money, two things I've generously spent.


To the little dreamer out there, keep holding on to dreams like baubles on a Christmas tree, like stars in the sky. They are precious and worth having - otherwise, I wouldn’t see a life without them. If my parents didn’t have dreams about me, then they wouldn’t push me to do all of the things that have helped me reach my potential.

However, if you’re still ravishing in the color of your dreams like myself, with nowhere to go, I would suggest getting some fresh air and time to think. These sparks require fuel to create a flame, so one could light the world. And unfortunately, finding fuel is hard if one wants to make a bonfire.

But with the dawn, one could commit to little actions, and begin on a greater, more beautiful goal. And that’s what I want to do for 2018, like you.

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You May Have Worn The Prom Dress With Him, But I Get To Wear The Wedding Dress

You had him in high school, but I get him for the rest of my life.

High school seems like the best time of your life when you are in it. You think that all of your friends will be with you until the end, and that you will end up with whoever you are dating your senior year. For very few, that might just be the case. For all others, that is far from true.

You thought that you would marry your boyfriend and you thought that everything would work out how you had always imagined. I don't blame you though. He's great. You wanted everything with him, but you were just not right for him.

I wish I could say that I am sorry it didn't work out for you, but I can't. I can't because he is mine now, and I get to cherish him forever. You didn't do that right, and you were not meant to be together. You will find someone too, but I am happy that you were not the one for him.

Sometimes I have issues with jealousy, and I hate that you got all of the high school stuff with him. You got to go to games and support him. It kills me that I couldn't be there for him because I know I would have actually been there wholeheartedly. I would have done it out of love, not as a popularity appearance.

I hate that you got to go to all of the school dances with him. He got to see you all dressed up and probably told you how great you looked. I'm sure you did look great. Prom dresses were always fun to pick out and so colorful. It was exciting to match colors with your date. I am sure you had fun choosing his matching tux to your dress.

I find myself getting jealous, but then I stop. I am getting to match his tux with our wedding colors. I got to go dress shopping in a sea of white, and he doesn't get to know one detail about that dress yet. He will get to see me walk down the aisle and then every day forever. I get to love him forever.

I try to not get jealous of all of the things you got with him because it is all in the past. You had your time, and now I get the wedding. You got to dress up in high school, but I get to dress up for my wedding with him. He may have put a corsage on your wrist, but he will be putting the wedding ring on my finger.

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Even When You Don't Have It In You

For the struggling college student at the start of a new semester.


The above picture represents a stage in my life that I thought I would never get through. I had just finished final exams and was terrified of the outcome of my last semester as a Junior. I had experienced so many mental breakdowns and anxiety attacks from a series of events and low places that I found myself in throughout the semester, so much that my mom had to stay with me during final exams. I needed encouragement, and I needed it bad.

Kind of like right now, and I'm sure that some of you might find yourself in the same place.

While the start of a new semester looks shiny and promising, there is always that point when reality begins to settle in, and you realize that responsibilities are resurfacing just as fast as they left at the onset of Christmas break.

You show up to the first day of classes, all of your professors throw a syllabus at you, as well as your final exam date, and you begin to feel your forehead break out in sweat. We've all been there, and that is precisely the place that I found myself at while sitting in my first ever 8 AM of my college career.

Not only do we attend classes, but nightly meetings as well, all while attempting to retain a social life and keep up with our mental health.

It's A LOT. I know it. I've been there.

There have been days when I wanted to simply throw in the towel, and quit school altogether.

I have been at the point when I couldn't find even a sliver of motivation to get me through the meetings, the extra credit seminars, work, or even to church.

The feeling of defeat is nothing new to me, but what I have learned is something that will forever be a constant even though my motivation level is not always.

The Lord doesn't love you because you do everything right, or you attend every meeting and aren't a second late... The Lord loves you because of you are His, and that will never change.

See, regardless of our level of perfection in a certain class or at a meeting, he is always constant, always.

Regardless of our inability to give ourselves creditor to take time to breathe, his loves you fully, with no prerequisites.

That is what had gotten me through the majority of my sleepless night when a responsibility or test kept me awake at night with anxious thoughts.

Regardless of our performance, or how good we look to the people of this Earth, our worth is found in God, and we must not let performance or standards of society fog up our sight of that.

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