I’m always making stories in my mind. I love creating one, esp when I woke up in the morning, or in the afternoon when the surrounding is making no sounds. Those stories that are usually connected to my dreams- to my future. I’m hoping that one day, it could happen.
One morning, I was looking outside the window and my eyes were focused on the sky. Then, the words came out saying-
“Lord, I want to be an …… I want to be part of ……”
I don’t know how to start. I don’t know how it can happen. I don’t even know if that would ever happen. I still have doubts, lack of confidence. But there’s still a part of me asking-
What if, one day it may happen?
What will I do?
How can I prove myself?
I know I can only do little things. I’m not yet as good as them, but I’m always trying to do something that would let me try to discover what are hiding.
I wasn’t able to find it as of the moment, but I promise to myself that I won’t give up. I will try- I will keep on trying, as I want to prove that I did something better- That I even exceeded my own expectations.
Every time I look outside, I’m asking myself-
“Would I be able to achieve that dream?”