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Butterfly Dreams



Lately, I have been thinking of how our dreams shape our reality. Dreams that we keep close to the heart, dreams that we tell the world, dreams that sit in the back of the closet for ages before dusting them off again. It was once a dream of mine to be a veterinarian and now I am a veterinarian. It was once a dream of mine to be an artist, so I pursue my art. I dreamed of travel, and have thus traveled to many places and different countries. Some dreams come true, and some never will and I am beginning to think that is OK. Our reality can really be what we make it to be. So, how do we make those dreams come true? Hard work, determination, and opportunity. Some things we can control, some things we can't, and while some things seem meant to be, I sometimes wonder about the others that never take shape. I have journaled since I was a young girl, and it is interesting to go back to look at old journals, and see all the hopes and dreams for a future that is sometimes elusive, and yet, sometimes made reality. I dreamed of a future where I could travel, do art, and be independent, and all those things have come to pass.

You may wonder about the dreams of mine that have not come to fruition. Some of them childish, some are still being chased, and some I have learned to let go. In art, as in life, some things just will not serve us in the present and thus are put by the wayside for now, to be dusted off for later interpretations.

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