I just began reading
The Women of Brewster Place and I came across the poem by Langston Hughes, ...A Dream Deferred, which is also at the beginning of the play,
A Raisin in the Sun. At the moment I read it, it resonated something in me and it made me realize that I have just began to truly live my dream. I'm a prime example that it is never too late to go after what you want in life. Though I won't divulge my true age, I can tell you that I am a young, thirty-something woman. I've held just about every job you can possibly imagine and yet, I never felt fulfilled. I decided two years ago to go back to school to complete my degree in journalism and I'm proud to say I'll be graduating in December. I say this with the most sincerity, if I can do it, anybody can. I won't pretend it was easy, because the last few months have been pretty difficult going to school full time. However, I have a strong support system and loving parents who want to see me succeed. I challenge everyone who reads this post to step out on faith and go after your dreams because we only live once and we might as well live it doing something we love and that makes us feel good. Whether it's backpacking around the world, climbing Mt. Kilimanjaro or writing your memoirs, make a decision today to "Make it Happen!"
What Happens to a Dream Deferred?
Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore--
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?
--Langston Hughes
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