​What are my dreams?

Note: I wrote this in English 2 last year so don’t judge and also I’m new to writing

I used to dream. I used to dream of being a superhero, or a professional soccer player, or a famous movie star. I used to dream of owning a business or flying in private jets. I used to really dream. I used to dream of the future, imagine myself in the spotlight. I used to have ineffable aspirations. I used to think that nothing would change my dreams.

I wish. I wish I could entrap my dreams in a jar. I wish I would’ve realized that waiting for the right moment was like sitting at an eternal bus stop. I wish I would’ve practiced more. I wish there was a way to twirl time, to tell myself that my dreams are more precious than I had ever thought. I wish I would stop looking around and seeing everyone as someone I could’ve been, as a better version of myself. I wish that maybe in another universe I had it all.

I realize now that maybe my dreams were never meant to be. Maybe they were always meant to stay dreams. Maybe in another universe instead of having everything I lost everything. Maybe the reason to not getting what you want is so you would look around and realize what you have. What I failed to realize is that dreams are always new, always evolving, 70% of dreams are what has happened the previous day. Dreams are supposed to change and evolve with us. I’m not supposed to know.

I realize that the scariest dream of all is not having any.