Yesterday before I fell asleep, I was thinking about this. What happen to your dreams, to your wishes, even to promises you make to your own when you forget about then, whem you put them in that old box you will never open again? Do they die? Do they become your demons?
I was recalling some dreams, I wanted to accomplish a long time ago but I never accomplished them and forgot about them, by now I have other dreams I'm trying to accomplish, like getting my own house, having my own car, a family and such. But what about the other ones? Some of them aren't going to happen anyway, and I know most of us have this kind of goals, these "not going to happen" goals.
Some people, great people accomplished their goals by pulling the right strings, because they had the talent to succeed. I don't want to be a rockstar, or a president, I'm not that kind of guy. I just want to live my own life, my own big problems. As I told you before, I think everybody has their own chances, but not any kind of chances, the chance to do the things you're good at. Chances won't come by their own, you have prepare yourself to get them like getting your Ph.D, your Master degree, at least I'm trying to get them, because job aren't any easier to get, people would look at your resume first before giving you a chance, you have to fulfill the profile they're looking for and then they will give you a shot.
Life is not as easy as you could think, life's a dream crusher, life gives you a hard time. My grandfather told me once: "These are the two hardest things in life: To study and to work." He was a wise man.