I did almost caught a dream come true last April 20, and 3
days ago I’ve learned I was only 1 step short. It was depressing knowing it for
the first hour. But unlike before (in dealing with the same scenario), knowing the difference of devastation and frustration
is somewhat confusing in the first 2 days, at least.
I have tried several times to give up pursuing this dream;
knowing as time passes by I have found new strengths, alternative opportunities.
But now, I have to admit it’s still with me, much more than ever. Instead, time had given me more reasons to
pursue it. Not to mention the confidence in myself I have re-gained during the
process, now I know I really can.
All along, what I know is I’m only enthusiastic about it
because it’s the life I want to live for myself. But during the span of an hour,
I’ve internalized my sadness much better for the first time in years: That dream come true is beneficial for the people that I love most.
