My dream
To be honest, I have forgotten about how much my dream meant to me in the past one year. I want to be a air stewardess since young because I like to travel and I never like to be stuck in the same old place even for a month. Beside that, I really like being in the plane a lot more than you can imagine. I look forward to taking the plane more than traveling to the country itself. I am sure many of the people out there has much bigger dreams than this, being successful in life, having their own big company and being the boss. Maybe this is somewhat an unrealistic or stupid dream to some of you but to me it matters a whole lot. There are some other reasons too, of course. But I think it is too personal to be written in this journal.
I remembered how we used to talk about this at night and how we make a deal to travel around the world. M told me he wants to be a pilot and works in some foreign airlines. We talk about anything and everything. We used to talk about traveling around the world and earning our airplane ticket in the country we are in and how much we wanted to do this with someone we love. But all this was three years ago.
I hope I can remember how much my dream meant to me not just today but everyday and work for it instead of having him as my everything. I am afraid to realize that I regret the things I have do for him because by then he will not be my everything anymore.
