Like broken records, they play themselves over and over in my head. Reminding me of greater things that could have been.
Broken dreams, like broken wings of a bee who’s gust and will to work hard and collect more pollen still drives and encourages it to try and fly….only to be smacked in the face by reality: life without wings is hard for a busy b.e.e.
Broken dreams…….similar to a treasured crystal cup chipped all around the brim, stripping it of its value and use, useless yet hard to throw away because of the sentiments and ways it was acquired.
Were they really dreams or psychological denial of temporally let downs perceived as the end of the world??
Were they ever attainable or was I over optimistic….?
Was it all a dream come true, the straight A’s I got, the Diploma he got or the degree she holds….was it all a dream come true if I’m still held bondage by the thorn in my heart from dreams that never saw the light of day due to A, B and C….?
Who is to blame, the dreamer or the crusher of dreams……?
A, B and C being mere obstacles I heard others encountered and couldn’t surpass? Was I not led to believe that all that is feared hinders everyone who has ever headed and is heading down the same road to success…?
What is success if not dreams for a better tomorrow?
And what are dreams without a few hiccups and scratches?
Like broken records, playing themselves over and over and over again in my head, reminding me of greater things that could have been….yet I fail to try again and follow my dreams.
Don't ever give up on your dreams, don't ever watch the sun set on you and your hopes! Regret and self pity might win you the hearts and sympathy of many, but it will never take you anywhere except further down the drain if you do not snap out of it and try again! A house is never a home without a bit loving, compassion and trials and tribulations.
My name is Sthembile Ngcobo, and this is part of my work.
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