Boulevard of broken dreams

Today i am reminiscent of the days when we were asked by our teachers, friends, relatives "What do you want to be when you grow up?" and we used to answer with all our innocence an astronaut, a pilot, a doctor, a beauty queen, a racer.
Little did we realize that we dont have the intelligence to be an astronaut to us space will remain a vast continuum of our own stupidity, we did not know to be a doctor we need "courage" or simply put balls which we dont have, by the time we aspire to be a pilot suddenly a fat pair of glasses stand between us and our dreams. We did not know that to be a beauty pageant our parents appreciation of our looks wasnt enough. We did not know to be a racer racing on the rx 100 wasnt enough.
Hereby we enter the boulevard of broken dreams. We realize that we are just like everyone else, the greatness we wanted to thrust upon us goes out like a sour bile vommit.
Oh yes we do feel fresh like after every vommit we feel we have unburdened ourselves from our own pathetic secretion.
Many people like to call it a reality check, many like to call it as being a loser, but this is what life is for most.
However i do believe in the winds of change, i dont beleive in destiny as it can be tampered with and people use destiny more as a defence mechanism to turn a broing conversation interesting.
There is no point in writing this article except for the fact that it serves as an introspection tool for the pathetic loser who knows what i am talking about but will continue in self denial or for the the victorious champion who knows what i am talking about and wishes to add that extra paragraph to this article.

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