i WAS BECAMING MADE OF LIVE AND MYSELF. it DID NOT WORK AND AND THINKS WHERE NOT GOING THERE WAY I HAVE PLANED LIFE. I STOPT LIVING AND COULD NOT BREATH ANYMORE, I CRIED AND DIED WITHOUT BEEING DEAD. tILL ONEDAY SOMEONE SAID TO ME ITS NOT GETTING YOUR DREAM WHAT MAKES YOU HAPPY BUT THE JOURNEY TO YOUR DREAMS
i ENJOY LIVE WITH EVERY BREATH I HAVE AND I TRY TO GO AND GO WHEREVER GOD LEADS ME TO, I WILL COME ONE DAY TO THAT PLACE OR MAMBEY NOT THAT’S WHAT MAKES LIVES SO WEIRD BUT BEAUTIFULL WHE ONLY LIVE ONES IN LIFE AND OUR SOUL WILL GO. iTS A CURSE…. BUT ALSO A GIFT. so THATS WHY I THINK IF ONE DREAM IS BROKEN ANOTHER WIL COME. ACCEPT IT. i LETT NO PERSONS TELL YOU THAT YOUR NOT GOOD ENOUGH WE ALL HAVE THE RIGHT TO BE HAPPY… AND TO DREAM.

BECAUSE DREAMING IS GETTING HOPE IN LIVE ANS TRUSTING YOURSELF.EVERY PERSON CAN DREAM WHEREVER YOUR FROM.

THAT WAS MY OPINION

iM SORRY IF MY ENGLISH IS NOT VERY GOOD. AND DBK KEEP SINGING AND CREATING SONGS ITS YOUR GIFT.

I think this too <3 !! Faith saves us, Love saves us <3 !!

I don’t know.
may be I get too attached to a dream. maybe I expect too much then. but it is always hard for me during its development to become aware of my gaps, and the “not knowing” and then recognizing that the “little dream” is really a huge mountain.

maybe it is better to keep a dream like my cat: to nurture her, love her, and give her space and freedom to be herself. cats develop this way, not probably as I want – they have their own personality (giggle) – but they stay with me in this way.

“Your life belongs to God. My life belongs to God.”

This I learned the hard way after a suicide attempt,

after learning that I can’t even step in to
a familiar pub without being victimize.

I have been thru much more such as surviving cyberbullying

It is an awful experience to go thru since it affect your personal life in many levels.

In the end, I guess all the personal issues build up and I decided it was time to go on.
The decision was rash,

Well, very next day I learned it wasn’t my turn.
Doctors were surprise that my liver was in tact.
Since, it wasn’t in my hands; I’m still alive!

I have been working part-time as a teacher for elementary school kids, and I’ve done rather well- my colleagues all say I’d be good as a teacher. I love the kids, but I can’t say this has ever been my dream, and the work is exhausting. In fact, in the past, I’d advise colleagues who seemed bored or tired of teaching to find and do “what they love” instead. That working a job “just to survive” was a cop-out- even if you had kids!!! Look at me now- what hubris!

I’ve learned that Life is the greatest teacher, and it has shown me that my life is not my own. My life belongs to God and I must do His/Its will. I feel so embarrassed, sad, and am in despair. Perhaps this is the death that I need in order to be “born again” to a truly spiritual life of love, compassion, and service. I’m now back to school to become a credentialed teacher. Oh- I feel I’ve truly been delusional and self-absorbed. What regret!

Paulo- would you please respond?

Thanks,
DBK

Whether or not a person experiences trauma is contingent upon their own perception of what changed in their lives. Losing a mere dream, a fantasy may seem less traumatizing in your eyes, but if an individual harboured that desire for a long time, if he or she particulary identified with that fantasy image of themselves reaching that potential, then losing a dream can cause the same amount of traumatic stress as would losing a loved one, a real person.
It’s all in each person’s perception of what is important.

Remember, nothing exists in a vaccum, everything exists in context. Trauma exists in context.

Nadia

Just the word broken means: subdued or brought low in condition or status; “brought low”; “a broken man”; “his broken spirit”.

Physically detached.
Every human is broken beond repair, our only mission is to try to fill up the crack with things that make us happy.
Why do people look so far for things so close? Even simple things can fill that hole, a smile from a stranger, the sweet smell of autumn and the sunny days of spring.

The last stroke of midnight dies.
All day in the one chair
From dream to dream and rhyme to rhyme I have
ranged
In rambling talk with an image of air:
Vague memories, nothing but memories.

…..

LOVE

I prefer an idea that “Life always offer us the second chance.” So even if we do some mistakes, there´s still a chance to correct it. :)

So even if our dreams seem to be broken – maybe they should be broken, because it´s not our right way of our lives or it´s not the right time to reach it … :)

You are very good writer with very intelligent and interesting ideas. I think, you are one of the best famous people of present time.
I wish you good luck and many next good books.

With all of my regard, Tina from Slovakia.

thanks a lot for commenting. hope you blue skies.

Nafiseh

i felt a true happiness to be helpful to someone far far a way; a good feeling of soul networking and closeness, even when we do not know each other personally.

thank you, too, to let me know about your happiness. your words enlighted me, too.

best
Nafiseh

Many blessings,
Rosemary

Love to you