Giving up dreams. =(

Just a weird thought.. It made me write though. Pretty new because I've stopped posting for months actually.

Anyway, about the title…

While reading a magazine yesterday.. It came to me that in the past, I once thought of being part of a magazine. The possibilities: a make-up artist, a columnist, freelance writer or whatever. Neither came true. Today, while reviewing this Communications book… it came to me again. Weird. When I was way younger, like when we were still in Saudi… I have this collection of short stories. Stories which were all made up. A product of my imagination. Leaving Saudi, that dream of becoming a writer was left there as well. It just saddens me that I've given up so many things that I really wanted. Is that the way of life? When will I ever know that the dream is worth fighting for… in my case, with dad. and mom. and everyone else. Why can't I be the person I wanted to. It's like, after doing something they wanted.. they have another goal for me.

Yes, I'm sheltered. Obviously. Growing in a well sheltered home is a blessing, I don't have any question about that. But until when? Now? When I'm 30? Or married perhaps? I don't know. I wish I could discuss this with my parents. Come on, I WISH!

Anyway, I'll be thinking about this again some other time. For the meantime, I need to continue reading my Comms book, This would've been a lot more fun if these technical books have pictures in it. Like cartoons. Not the resistor type of drawing, I've had an overdose of that already. Hehhe.

Whatever happens. Keep praying and fighting. Aja!