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2024年5月14日发(作者：)

(一) Care your dream

(By Vanessa Sanchez)

当梦想遭到现实的撞击时，总会发出凄美的破碎声。心灵被梦想的碎片刺痛，散落的

碎片上还残留着斑斓的颜色。然而，心灵的疼痛却有着催人成长的力量。梦想的幻灭，是

因为它没有得到精心的照料。去呵护你的梦想吧！勇敢地站在舞台中央，跳一曲快乐的人

生芭蕾。

My dream ended when I was born. Although I never knew it then, I just held on

to something that would never come to pass. Dreams really do exist. But in the

morning when you wake up, they are remembered just as a dream. That is what

happened to me.

I always have the dream to dance like a beautiful ballerina twirling around and

around and hearing people applaud for me. When I was young, I would twirling

around and around in the fields of wildflowers that grew in my backyard. For hours

I would dance as if people were watching me. I would dance so fast that I would

forget where I was, until I would hear sounds that reminded me of where I really

was. I thought that if I twirled faster everything would disappear and I would wake

up in a new place. Reality woke me up when I heard a voice saying, "I don't know

why you bother trying to dance. Ballerinas are pretty, slender little girls. Besides,

you don't have the talent to even be a ballerina." I remember how those words

paralyzed every feeling in my body. I feel to the ground and wept for hours.

We lived in the country by a nearby lake and I would sometimes go there to

hide. My parents were never home anyway and I did not like to be at home where I

could hear the walls talking of pain. When they were home, my mother just yelled

and criticized because nothing was ever perfect in her life. She dreamed of a

different life but ended up living in a country far away from the city where she

believed her dreams would have come true.

I enjoyed hanging out by the water. I would sit there for hours and stare at my

reflection. There I was, looked nothing like a pretty ballerina dancer. Reflections

don't lie. Once the waves would come, my reflection was gone. Washed away just

like my dream to dance. I sat there staring at the water, hoping that my reflection

would reappear and be different.

As I grew older, I began to realize that the reason my dream was even born in

the first place, was because it was something that was inside of me. The dream I

had was never nurtured and cared for, so it slowly died. It's not that I wanted it to

die, but I allowed it to die the day I started listening to the words, "You can't do it."

When I finally woke up from many years of dreaming, I realized that you can't

settle for dancing in the wildflowers, you have to move on to the platform. I still go

to the lake sometimes and sit there. Looking at my reflection is different now too.

When I was young, I looked at how others saw me, now that I am older and wiser; I

look at how God sees me.

(二) Learn to be grateful

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