A Tale by a Dreamer

     Once upon a time, in a far enough land, there lived a princess. Or so she thought. Well, she was locked high up in a tower after all, so she MUST be a princess. Or so she thought. For you see, this princess, she has never met anyone else. So how did she knows that the ones locked up in a tower were usually princesses is still a mystery (I am puzzled by this though; How did she get her food supplies? She must eat to stay alive, mustn't she?). Something to ponder upon, isn't it?

   

     After what felt like a ZILLION tries of getting herself out from her confining tower (She must be exceptional in Math or else how did she keep up with the count?),  the princess finally gave up. Oh, gave up she did, but she never stopped praying. Every night, she would sit by her tiny window, waiting for the Evening Star to make its appearance. (Humour me. This is a fairy tale after all. Or isn't it? It's up to you, really! But still, humour me.) 

      

     Days became weeks, months changed into years, yet she still prayed. She prayed for her freedom, for her to see the world, for her DREAMS to come true, and for one certain wish. That one day the Evening Star's fairy would hear her prayers. Little did she know, that the Evening Star she'd been praying to all these times, were just a satellite (Guess that makes her a modern-day princess. Satellites, hello?!). Poor princess.

     

     Ah. So. That was the tale of a self-acclaimed princess. What's yours? (Don't bother to answer. I don't think I am interested to know. It's merely a figure of speech. Just me trying to be nice.)

     Every single one of us has our own dream. I do too (Surprise, surprise! I am a perfectly normal human!). But as I LOVE to aggrandise myself, I must say that I don't have A dream. I have dreamS (Familiar? Keep it to yourself. Life is redundant after all!). I'm sure all of you know that first and foremost, I dream of being rich. So terribly rich that even a thousand-years-old vampire can't compete. (Go read a vampire novel, if you didn't believe me. They're disgustingly rich! Being almost immortal and all.)

     

      I would (remember that I am now a rich person!) buy one particular EPL football club.  Yes, Manchester United it is. On nights that my club isn't playing, I would attend a Green Day concert. No matter where they hold it. No. That would not do. I'll just pay the band to play for me privately. Yes! That's what those rich folks do. You don't come to people. Make them come to you. I like the idea. (Why do I feel like I'm turning devious? Money is evil! *scoff* Not that I have a halo above my head all these times.) And between the club and Green Day, shopping is also essential. VERY essential. Vital even.

     

     I just realised that I have too many things to do when I become rich. (Not IF, WHEN. They're very different.) Great. Now I need to draw myself a schedule. That's too bothersome. But then again, where's the fun in asking somebody else to do it? *sigh* That means we are parting ways here. I go my way, you go yours. My plan is too precious to be shared with the likes of you. (I swear that was not me. The thoughts of money made me evil!)

Isn't this disgusting? Eww!

     Now only we get to the point. Unlike the princess, don't give up your dreams. Please don't. Dreams are what moving you forward, no matter what you dream of. Praying for it is not enough. Work for it. Run for it. Sprint if you must, walk if you prefer. Well, crawl if you have STASIBASIPHOBIA (That's fear of standing up and walking. Really, I just can't imagine that!), but never give up on your dreams. There's nothing wrong in dreaming, just as there's nothing wrong with breathing. It's the way of life. What we got to know is that dreams never come true if we simply buried them after a few tries.

     

      While you are dreaming, dream big. Even if you failed to grab it as a whole, you would still get pieces of it. What's the harm? You still have more than you have at the outset. But then again, only if you grab the chance to make it come true. I remember these words my teacher told me; VISION WITHOUT MISSION IS A DAYDREAM. (Not exactly HIS words, but I heard it first from him nevertheless.) Put your dream on motions till you achieve it, or part of it. (I got to ask this though. Why the discrimination? Poor daydreams. Nighttime dreams are as useless, most of the time.)

    

      Together (Guess the money demon stopped possessing me), let us move forward to achieve our dream. If you're ahead, felicitations to you. If you're left behind, remember who won the race between the rabbit and the tortoise. Sometimes doing something in haste will only results in everything went wrong. Patience is the key. But I still need to repeat this. DON'T GIVE UP! Don't have a care for my beautiful, wise (?) words, here's a potato.