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Crushed Hopes and Shattered Dreams
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"People are the prettiest when they talk about something they really love, with passion in their eyes", someone said. I couldn't agree more.
I loved watching her talk about her interests. The enthusiasm in her tone. The aspiration in her words. The spirit in her smile. The gleam in her eyes. The passion so real, so strong, that you would think it could never die.
But that fiery spirit of hers is dimmed by those who expect more from her. Those who expect her to be better than she can be and more than she wants to be. Those who claim to have understood her, as a person and as a daughter. But in actual fact, they don't know the half of her.
They never got the privilege of watching her talk of her passion. Hell, they don't even know her passion. But even if they could, they wouldn't want to know, because it wouldn't matter to them. It means absolutely nothing to them.
They have caged her dreams and desires and they hope to keep it that way forever, for in their eyes, they are but a mere distraction. They want her to become something great in life. To build a name for herself. But to be exactly what they want her to be. They never cared to ask her, if that's she wanted to do. And she was too scared to tell them what she actually wanted to do. But even if she did, it's not like they would listen. Their mind was set. It was hopeless.
She knows this and she knows that she can never change it. She knows she can never go against them, so she'll just have to comply. She knows that eventually, she will have to abandon her passion and live a life of regret, and that's what hurts her the most. Her heart crumbles a little at the thought of it. Those eyes that were once full of passion and ambition, are now filled with fear and dejection. She fights an internal battle. She fears the future more than anything she's ever feared before.
I wish I could help her. I wish I could let her live her life the way she always dreamt it to be. I wish I could give her the courage to break the shackles free.
But I can't... because, I am her.
I loved watching her talk about her interests. The enthusiasm in her tone. The aspiration in her words. The spirit in her smile. The gleam in her eyes. The passion so real, so strong, that you would think it could never die.
But that fiery spirit of hers is dimmed by those who expect more from her. Those who expect her to be better than she can be and more than she wants to be. Those who claim to have understood her, as a person and as a daughter. But in actual fact, they don't know the half of her.
They never got the privilege of watching her talk of her passion. Hell, they don't even know her passion. But even if they could, they wouldn't want to know, because it wouldn't matter to them. It means absolutely nothing to them.
They have caged her dreams and desires and they hope to keep it that way forever, for in their eyes, they are but a mere distraction. They want her to become something great in life. To build a name for herself. But to be exactly what they want her to be. They never cared to ask her, if that's she wanted to do. And she was too scared to tell them what she actually wanted to do. But even if she did, it's not like they would listen. Their mind was set. It was hopeless.
She knows this and she knows that she can never change it. She knows she can never go against them, so she'll just have to comply. She knows that eventually, she will have to abandon her passion and live a life of regret, and that's what hurts her the most. Her heart crumbles a little at the thought of it. Those eyes that were once full of passion and ambition, are now filled with fear and dejection. She fights an internal battle. She fears the future more than anything she's ever feared before.
I wish I could help her. I wish I could let her live her life the way she always dreamt it to be. I wish I could give her the courage to break the shackles free.
But I can't... because, I am her.
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