I just finished watching a video of Maria Aragon talking to Lady Gaga. I was extremely happy for the kid. She's just 10 years old, and yet her dreams are already within her reach. Then I started to realize mine. I seriously cried on this one. It's funny that I'm a lot older than she is, and yet, she's already getting there while I'm still stuck here at the bottom.
I started to wish that I was a kid again. You know, at that stage where there are relatively no haters around you. It's where just plain sheer excitement can already get you to places. But then, what's the use of wishing back for something that's already over?
I'm here, awake. 2:54 in the morning. Starting, again. This time, I'm not going to hold back on my dreams. I won't give up this time. Who cares if they don't like what I do? I'm no longer going to waste my time caring about people hating on me. They're just wasting their time. Instead of making their own dreams into reality, they're just standing there pulling all the other people down with them. I'm no longer afraid of them. As long as I know that I'm not doing anything wrong, then there's no point holding back.
To Maria Aragon and Lady Gaga. Thank you for the inspiration. I was living my whole life with my eyes closed. Without you, I may have never realized these things and probably, wouldn't know how to step up. To all my fellow dreamers out there, let's not be contented with just dreams. Let's grasp it.
This is me. I'm going to embrace every bit of myself that I possibly could. I'm going to make it. Just watch me. :)
Love lots, Ia.
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