Fighting for a Dream
I always thought I had a quest for greatness, but no one believed me. I used to think that I would grow up to become a jouster. Really, I am not kidding. That is what I wanted to be when I was in my foolish child days. You just don't see people on horses running at each other with spear like weapons, with their heavy metal uniform and their fleshless grin on their face. I always thought that at that point they were saying their prayers just in case the event ended tragically. I have always been fascinated with medieval times, with kings and queens and old cottage like houses with little acreage. I always wanted to be that kid who did something different that made everybody blink twice and rub their eyes. Things change and your plans and dreams get rearranged. As for me, my dreams changed and some crushed by the mere soul of my peers, oddly enough. I changed my role of thinking, and I jumped into a new beginning of my knowledge of the real world. I finally looked back on my childish things and I saw the big picture and I ponder the thoughts. What shall I consider? Where shall I turn? Who will support me? Well I thought it through and I decided that with children is where I want to grow. In other words, I wanted to devote my life to helping and being with children. No matter where I go, no matter I what I do, I want to do it for the children. So far,I have not thought into depth about my decision and my new dream. It is definetly a work in progress.