Do dreams really die? If I can recollect my great childhood days aka my wonder years, I was a dreamer! Always dreamt of becoming famous, famous and more famous. I wanted to be a great artist, a charming story teller.
Dreams at that time seem achievable as you are an innocent soul pure and away from all the corrupt things, and in my case destiny was also favoring my dreams. I was learning classical music, participating in school dramas, writing poems, article and stories that were recognized and appreciated. I was on cloud nine, everybody in school at that time knew me. Those were the best days of my life.
Suddenly one day I realized that I should focus more on studies as I have to become an engineer, probably a software engineer. I changed track, my focus was not that strong, but I never bothered, and eventually I became a software professional.
How the heck I became software professional? I wanted to be something else, then what am I doing in software industry for the past four years.
Is it because my childhood dreams were destined to die? or Is it because that my dreams were not meant to be materialized? I really don't know!
So, what is stopping me to dream new dreams as my childhood dreams are now dying or have already got buried. I really don't have answers to all those questions, but one thing, that I believe in is someday I have to start dreaming again, and it seems that time has come, for me to do that.
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