Chasing that dream

I noticed that there are many people who all a sudden stopped chasing their dreams. I mean, when something interrupts their life or someone else’s they suddenly stop. My question is when you suddenly stop chasing your dreams then will you pick it back up when everything turns “back to normal”? Or will you just give up? Which is to me, quite weak. But I was like that for about 5 years.

For me, I stopped chasing my dreams when I entered high school. And now I regret it. The first dream I had was my artwork. It was my year 7 teacher who had noticed that I had a talent in artwork (aka drawings and graphics design). When it came to enrolling to a high school, he recommended me to attend a high school in Applecross. This high school specialised in art it was the school of specialist art. He thought it would be an amazing opportunity for me to develop me art skill even further. But sadly I declined the offer. However I continued doing art, as a subject in high school, to about the end of year 10. What made me stop doing art were my parents. They never took any notice in my artwork I did each semester. It was after my last artwork I decided to leave art and do something that they would be proud of.

It was year 10 that I picked up a natural skill in poetry. I mean, according to my year 9 English teacher (who helped me submitted a poem for a competition) told me that one of the poem, I wanted to submit, expressed a lot of emotions. Emotions like pain, sadness and a broken heart. He also told me that it was one of the most powerful poems that he has read that I have written ( because I was his student in year 9 and one of our assignment was to write a ballad based on any topic but following the ballad style). However, my submission was last minute and the judges had already picked out a winner. So I continued writing poetry for next year’s competition.

A year later, the competition was once again opened. This time I submitted a different poem via email without the help of my English teacher. The poem was about a person (girl or boy) that needed a heart. Meaning they needed someone to donate a heart for them. The poem uses the donor as “god” because only god can help them survive the world. Even though I didn’t win the competition, my poem managed to get published on the newspaper. Which to me was one of the best accomplishments I ever gotten. When I was that my poem got published, I showed it to my parents. However, like always they really didn’t care. So I gave up on poetry and that poem was my last ever piece of work in poetry. They poem is published on this blog and it’s called “Can you lend me a heart?”.

Even though my parents were never proud of my work and talent, I learnt not to let that influence me anymore. However, it took me 5 years to realise this. Now, my parents are finally proud of me. They are proud that I’m at uni and am studying. They are proud that I’m helping them chase a dream they had for me, which is to go to uni and study something that will help me to have a bigger and brighter future.