A dream Deferred.

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?

This is a poem by Langston Hughes, which was presented to us in class once, and it hit home in some ways. As I've mentioned earlier(I think I have) I want to become an author, I don't just want it, it's all I want. I want to be able to wake up in the morning, and not have to rush to some job I will not be satisfied having, but just sit down and write. It's amazing that creating mere words can be a way of living. It's the exact way I want my life to be, filled with words and invented worlds! But then again, I know how scarce the chances are that I will ever become one, and I was thinking about this poem, about a dream deferred. Will my dream of becoming an author not be fulfilled, and therefore sags like a heavy load through my life? Living my life, knowing what could've happened, but didn't?



Don't you feel like filling these empty pages with pretty, pretty words?

And then I think, many, many, many people must have it like that, and that might take away some of the happiness they could have had. I think everyone should take a shot at their dreams, no matter how vast they might be, because you can never know if that dream might've come to life, if you never tried? Think about how many great singers, actors and actresses, composers, leaders, painters and so much more the world has never gotten to see, because they didn't follow their dream? They might think the odds were against them, and instead of trying, they just let their dream lie to dust like a cherished childhood memory in the attic. A dream deferred.

I will not let my dream die that easily, even though I DO know the chances for me actually becoming a published author is a shot in the dark. It might be deferred, I know that, but not without a fight!

Song of the day: Sex On Fire by Kings of Leon.

What's your dream?



this picture is also taken by my sister (as the ones from the post about Cape Verde).