Care your dream
[ 2006-05-11 11:43 ]
(By Vanessa Sanchez)
當(dāng)夢(mèng)想遭到現(xiàn)實(shí)的撞擊時(shí)，總會(huì)發(fā)出凄美的破碎聲。心靈被夢(mèng)想的碎片刺痛，散落的碎片上還殘留著斑斕的顏色。然而，心靈的疼痛卻有著催人成長(zhǎng)的力量。夢(mèng)想的幻滅，是因?yàn)樗鼪]有得到精心的照料。去呵護(hù)你的夢(mèng)想吧！勇敢地站在舞臺(tái)中央，跳一曲快樂的人生芭蕾。
My dream ended when I was born. Although I never knew it
then, I just held on to something that would never come to pass. Dreams really
do exist. But in the morning when you wake up, they are remembered just as a
dream. That is what happened to me.
I always have the dream to dance like a beautiful ballerina
twirling around and around and hearing people applaud for me. When I was young,
I would twirling around and around in the fields of wildflowers that grew in my
backyard. For hours I would dance as if people were watching me. I would dance
so fast that I would forget where I was, until I would hear sounds that reminded
me of where I really was. I thought that if I twirled faster everything would
disappear and I would wake up in a new place. Reality woke me up when I heard a
voice saying, "I don't know why you bother trying to dance. Ballerinas are
pretty, slender little girls. Besides, you don't have the talent to even be a
ballerina." I remember how those words paralyzed every feeling in my body. I
feel to the ground and wept for hours.
We lived in the country by a
nearby lake and I would sometimes go there to hide. My parents were never home
anyway and I did not like to be at home where I could hear the walls talking of
pain. When they were home, my mother just yelled and criticized because nothing
was ever perfect in her life. She dreamed of a different life but ended up
living in a country far away from the city where she believed her dreams would
have come true.
I enjoyed hanging out by the water. I would sit there for
hours and stare at my reflection. There I was, looked nothing like a pretty
ballerina dancer. Reflections don't lie. Once the waves would come, my
reflection was gone. Washed away just like my dream to dance. I sat there
staring at the water, hoping that my reflection would reappear and be different.
As I grew older, I began to realize that the reason my dream was even
born in the first place, was because it was something that was inside of me. The
dream I had was never nurtured and cared for, so it slowly died. It's not that I
wanted it to die, but I allowed it to die the day I started listening to the
words, "You can't do it." When I finally woke up from many years of dreaming, I
realized that you can't settle for dancing in the wildflowers, you have to move
on to the platform. I still go to the lake sometimes and sit there. Looking at
my reflection is different now too. When I was young, I looked at how others saw
me, now that I am older and wiser; I look at how God sees
me.
（中國(guó)日?qǐng)?bào)網(wǎng)站編譯）
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