What did you want to be when you were young? A Ballerina? An Astronaut? The President of The United States? A Nobel Peace Prize Winner?
Let me guess, now that you're older, you have "realized" that those dreams are "hopeless." That you're just stuck. Stuck in a monotonous job, in a shitty home life, car is wrecked, spouse decided that they were sick of your sorry ass, bills are late, and money can only stretch so far.
Or you're fresh out of highschool, and you were the popular guy, got all the girls, had the muscles, but didn't have the brains to pass the 8th grade, but the teachers keep barely passing you, just so they didn't have to see your face anymore. Senior year came and went, and *gasp* guess what buddy? Nobody gives a shit that you were top dog in your school, because now you're just another face in the crowd.
But either way you aren't stuck.
In what grade do we stop believing in ourselves. In what grade do we stop believing period. I mean someone has to be a Nobel Peace Prize Winner, someone has to be a Ballerina, so why not us?
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