I Dream Not

When I was still a kid, in my 5th grade, our teacher told us to write an essay. It was about the things you want to become. Works that you were dreaming of. Then my mind wandered. I remembered my friend, living few blocks away from our house, she dreamed to become a scientist. Then I wrote, I want to become a scientist. Even though I was ignorant that time, being scientist seemed cool. It seemed reachable. Like Albert Einstein and Isaac Newton. They were already dead and yet they were remembered. And I want to be remembered too.

In my 6th grade, the time of my life when I was still happy, I told my family that I want to become a call center agent. They laughed and were amused as well. They even told me that it suits for me because I was good in English. I felt delighted from their encouragement, even it was odd for a child to have a quaint dream. But little did they know, it was for them. I heard it paid much. We were not rich and that particular amount of salary could help our family. I really want to help them,  I really want them to be rich.

In my high school, things were messed up. I didn't dream of fancy jobs anymore. I kept on dreaming being dead. I hated my life. I wished I didn't exist in the first place. For I realized life is cruel and it has no room for silly dreams.

In my college, life's messed was at its peak and things seemed going better. I stopped dreaming those child's dream. They were just a mere lie to fuel our imagination. An unreachable dreams that fooled everyone's mind. Because today, I only dream of happy life. To ready myself of what did the future prepare for me. And I will not stop dreaming.