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The purpose of having dreams

Blah, 2016 did not start well for me. I mean, all the problems I’ve had so far have been first world problems, but since I live in a”first world” I tend to consider them to be actual problems.

I’ve been stuck deliberating at what point will I give up on my dreams. When will I just say, you know what, I’m done. I am done trying. My dreams of becoming a published author (Idk, self-published on Amazon just doesn’t have that ring to it), dreams of becoming a good illustrator (not great, just good- even solid is ok with me), dreams of having all the stories I keep having in my head read by hundreds of people.

They are ambitious dreams to have, I realize that. Not many are fortunate enough to ever get loyal readers and most of their books, their stories end up in a folder called “my book” on their computer where it sits as a sore reminder of unfulfilled dreams.

However, I realized this the other day as I was jotting down the first few lines in my new diary (it’s really pretty, a little old school but I don’t mind it)- I realized that succumbing to reality is why you should never let go of your dreams. Perhaps you should modify them, change them, alter them, make a few alterations here and there but no one should ever give up on their dreams. Because if you give up on your dreams, you let reality win- and reality can be so dull, so cruel and so factual. And I refuse to ever be dull or cruel or factual. Ever.

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When it rains, it rains.

Whoever knows me well knows I am a SUCKER for sayings. They are kind of like an addiction of mine, as the wisdom (or sometimes stupidity) of our ancestors reveal in short, lovable sentences I can wittily use in conversations.

One that really gets me is the “when it rains, it pours.” I find it to be horrendously pessimistic and horrendously inaccurate. It is the generalization of the saying that gets me. There are so many rain types: light showers, baby drizzle, hail, ice pellets, or normal amounts of rain falling from the sky. Pouring is heavy rain, and it doesn’t happen most of the time. I guess it also depends on where you live. In Florida, where I live, it rains at roughly 5 o’clock in the afternoon every summer. Does it rain? Yes. Does it pour? No. It is merely a rainy storm passing by but it doesn’t mean that is raining heavily. Normally it is just a stupid shower.

What I’m trying to say is, every time I hear people use the saying “when it rains, it pours” I imagine them in a horrific thunderstorm, wet to the bones, shivering. But I feel like whoever came up with the saying was ridiculously dramatic and just hated rain. In real life, pouring down doesn’t happen that often, does it? Mostly the problems we see pour on us are really not that bad. In fact, they can be compared to some light showers and drizzle.

Which saying is your favorite/ least favorite? Why, why not? Leave a comment below!

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