Five years ago, I met a boy, and though I could write books about all the ways this boy changed my life, I'll save that for another time. The point is, this boy had such big, beautiful dreams. He wanted to be an actor. He wanted to be on Broadway. We spent countless hours nurturing this dream, and I always told him it would happen. I knew that it would, but I suppose that all best friends "know" that their counterpart will do whatever it is that they want to do. So maybe my conviction wasn't the most valid in this case, at least from an outside perspective. Whatever.
The truth of the matter is, it did happen. My best friend made his Broadway debut at the age of eighteen. I can search Google and YouTube and all of the Broadway websites we spent hours on back in high school, and things will come up about him. Every single time I do, without fail, I cry. I cry because he is the single dearest thing to my heart, and I am SO unbelievably proud of him; I cry because he deserves it; I cry because he is a shining beacon of hope, proving to me and everyone who knows him that dreams absolutely come true.
And while his success story is a bit more glamorous-sounding than some, dreams come true all the time. Think about it. When I was little, I used to play a very fancy and grown-up game called "College." I loved organizing my books and making up classes and decorating my "dorm room." Now I'm less than two months from being a college graduate. Ever since I was thirteen, I've wanted to live in New York City. In less than a year, I will. I used to dream of working at Barnes and Noble (seriously). Now I am. These are just a few of my many dreams, but no matter how big or small, I cherish them.
Dreams are beautiful and fragile things. They must be marveled at and handled gently. They must be worked for, HARD. But no matter how out-of-reach they seem, they ARE achievable. I promise.
How are you living your dreams today?
No comments:
Post a Comment