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My Continuously Degenerating Dream
In my childhood, I used to have a great deal of lofty dreams for my life. I would like to be a scientist, a scholar, a heroine or anyone whose name will remain immortal in human history. However, all the dreams now have gone with the wind, and I still clearly remember how my dream degenerated from ambitious to humble as time went by.
In the primary school, I dreamed of being admitted into a prestigious university and then becoming an excellent scientist. During the junior middle school, I realized to my dismay that I had no gift for science; therefore, growing into a scholar was my aim. Then, when I spent the dismal days in the senior middle school, I was confronted with violent competition and difficulty in my study, which made me just expect to be enrolled in any college, let alone a prestigious one. When I finally registered in this key university, I was relaxed, never reflecting on my future. And now as graduation is pending, I only hope to land a job that can keep me alive, having no intention of furthering my study. So, to this day, all my old dreams have foiled like bubbles.
I guess that many among us share the same miser as me. A student in Tsinghua University had once said: “How pathetic! When grow up, our dreams become much easier for us to realize, not because of the increase of our knowledge and ability, but because of the fact that we have become realistic.”
In our early years, we had nothing, but how could we be so ambitious then? Is it because of our early naiveness, ignorance and arrogance? Or is it because that we had not suffered much from failures and had not tasted the bitterness of struggle? As we grow up, we have gained many things such as knowledge, ability, experience, skills and so on. However, why have we lowered our aims again and again? Is that we are more practical and aware of the hardship and impossibility in life? Or is it because we lose heart in the struggles? Perhaps there is an element of truth in all the reasons above.
Life deprived of dream is like soil without water, which will turn into desert in time. No matter what we are afflicted in life, we must cherish our dreams and keep them alive rather than let them wither. Although we have had a dream withered, it is never late for us to start afresh as every single day is a new beginning. |
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