Dreams compressed by an unfulfilled world

In the times of childhood, teenage years or even adulthood, any point throughout life, you will have dreams, the kind that you’d imagine yourself grow up to be, whether having a dream car, job or house. Throughout the stages of life, we went from, when I grow up I want to be a police officer, a pilot, a doctor, a veteran, a gymnast or even a firefighter, clearly any job that the I can see, to saying, well I want a job that sustains, keeps me afloat, to now having a low minimum nine to five salary, you don’t even like. The dreams that we once had as children without a care in the world, shattered as soon as we were told they were too unrealistic or even that it won’t work out. Slowly those dreams now fade into the background along with the childlike state we had. Although dreams are the foundation of our upbringing and livelyhood they are cut and brought down by a visual display of impossibility written all over this world. We are taught as children to say along with the nursery “Myself myself ’’, in this nursery we are told to dream big an emphasis of a red wall painted green. In schools we are told to have goals as they are what drive us to achieve them, fully knowing that they can’t provide for them. Sometimes they are circumstances that cut short of our dreams, some of those being ; lack of services, family situations, countries’s economies, lack of determination, lack of confidence and expectations from parents. Somewhere in between life the plant of dreams start to thirst and die due to the harsh reality of this world.