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Dreams Are A Part Of Life

” Dreams are the very fabric of our being. As soon as we can speak and communicate with others, we are sharing what we want to be, what we want to do, and who we want to be. These are wishes that come from the heart that we feel passionate about. When I was ten, I wanted to be Babe Ruth, the baseball player that hit the most home runs ever. It never occurred to me that being a girl would influence it. I ended up being the home run king of our school. When I was 14 years old, I wanted to be a Social Worker and help others overcome obstacles in life and encourage them to live their dreams. It never occurred to me that it was impossible because I had no money, was struggling in school, and was told I would never make it to college. Yet, I did go to college and graduated second in my class. I became a teacher and made money to keep taking classes so I would be ready for Graduate School. I eventually made that dream a reality.

When I was ten, I wanted to write poetry and articles. I started writing at the age of 10. Today I am living out that dream. I dreamed of being married, having a child, and that  came to be. Our dreams are the hopes we have. It is what excites us, motivates us, and keeps us going. Our dreams often sustain us in the hard times.

Our dreams can bring disappointments and pain in to our lives, and much suffering. Some dreams have more negatives than positives attached to them, or they become so over time through losses.  Edgar Allen Poe wrote about this in the following poem:”




Take this kiss upon thy brow!

And, in parting from you now,

This much let me avow–

You are not wrong, to deem

That my days have been a dream;

Yet if Hope has flown away

In a night, or in a day,

In a vision, or in none,

Is it therefore the less gone?

All that we see or seem

Is but a dream within a dream.


I stand amid the roar

Of a surf-tormented shore,

And I hold within my hand

Grains of the golden sand–

How few! yet how they creep

Through my fingers to the deep,

While I weep-while I weep!

O God! can I not grasp

Them with a tighter clasp? 

O God! can I not save

One from the pitiless wave?

Is all that we see or seem

But a dream within a dream?