It's All Real

In days like today, motivation arises. I’ve had days like these before; days in which I feel hope means something, days when I can feel music settle in every inch of my body’s cells, days that promise my dreams will come true.

Today, I believe that one day I will become a fashion designer, another day I will become a writer who inspires a youth to seek their immature goals, a mystic with a pure soul, a musician, a hard-working person who’s willing to give it all to the world, a literature professor who will one day inspire the desperate, lost, and anxious to become ambitious, and gain positive attitude toward their under-construction personalities.

Today, the vision is clear; the possibilities of the installment of a completed self is successful. The vision of becoming an artist of some sort is possible, the taste of becoming myself is reachable. I can see myself my kids’ hero, my little girl with her curly hair and her father’s eyes looking up to me is a warm, colorful painting. Picture-perfect is the life I see. Playing with my other children from the orphanage that I’ve always wanted to build. The orphanage in which I want to give all the love that God in his power has blissed me with to give out to these little children. I am talking about the kind of love that I, myself, have received for only eight years of total years of my life.

Today, it feels as if the unreachable is quite reachable. I am motivated to sign up for every seat of every course there is to learn a new skill, each upcoming day. The motivation is burning in my body, it is telling me to move –right this moment- to seek the stairs that will lead me to that painting.

Today, I see the hippie in her simplest forms. Covered in her different classic white, warm cardigans, dancing with a smile drawn in her dark-toned skin, surrounded in wrinkles that were sketched from experiences, mainly from sun-bathing.

My dreams, they are so real, so warm and existent. My dreams are now falling down; they are vanishing accordingly, in each blink of an eye. Oh yes, it’s that stage in which the hype moment of caffeine fades away from my system, and they all melt away…