I want to be somebody. This course that I have isn't enough for me. I made a bad choice, even though it is still passable for me. All because of my mother's fear that I won't get a job. It has always been about her fear. All my achievements and success is all about her.

What about me?

What about my dreams? My goal to be someone bigger than myself? To be someone that lives a happy life living her dreams instead of condoning to others? Why is she so selfish.

Protect me, you say? Protect me from the jobs I might not get if I pursue my dream? What about wasted time that I go through each day, only imagining how it feels to be able to be on stage and move the audience with my own voice?

How old would I be when I realized everything wasn't worth it? How long will it take for me to wake up and look back, and see how I could have turned everything around?

I feel scared of whatever my mother to be true. But why am I so certain its even true? I have not even tried what my heart wanted.

Why does what I want don't seem to matter? Cause if realistic expectation is to downplay oneself, then I'd rather die.

You know, sometimes I wonder why people go for something so called useful, but have no hearts for. It's not useful in the first place, if your heart isn't asking for it!

Tell me, what is your deepest desire? If you knew you can never fail? And honestly tell me, are you living that life? And if not, do you feel scared at the thought of changing the idea of a normal life,to chase after the dream life?

It's not about questioning the questions that you question. It's about taking actions to life's underrated question : " Why not?" .

I want to be somebody. This course that I have isn't enough for me. I made a bad choice, even though it is still passable for me. All because of my mother's fear that I won't get a job. It has always been about her fear. All my achievements and success is all about her.

What about me?

What about my dreams? My goal to be someone bigger than myself? To be someone that lives a happy life living her dreams instead of condoning to others? Why is she so selfish.

Protect me, you say? Protect me from the jobs I might not get if I pursue my dream? What about wasted time that I go through each day, only imagining how it feels to be able to be on stage and move the audience with my own voice?

How old would I be when I realized everything wasn't worth it? How long will it take for me to wake up and look back, and see how I could have turned everything around?

I feel scared of whatever my mother to be true. But why am I so certain its even true? I have not even tried what my heart wanted.

Why does what I want don't seem to matter? Cause if realistic expectation is to downplay oneself, then I'd rather die.

You know, sometimes I wonder why people go for something so called useful, but have no hearts for. It's not useful in the first place, if your heart isn't asking for it!

Tell me, what is your deepest desire? If you knew you can never fail? And honestly tell me, are you living that life? And if not, do you feel scared at the thought of changing the idea of a normal life,to chase after the dream life?

It's not about questioning the questions that you question. It's about taking actions to life's underrated question : " Why not?" .