When I was little, I always wanted to explore space. Actually, I would really like to touch the stars.
But as I got older, I realized something. The dreams I dreamed when I was younger are actually impossible. How can I touch the stars? Every night I remember the dreams I had when I was little and realize it was nonsense. Frankly, I’m a little sad. Because I would love to follow my dreams. But I learned that all my dreams are impossible. I don’t want to let anyone know how sorry I am, especially my family. But they understood that I was sorry. In the evening we sat down and started talking. They asked my problem. And I told tell them the dreams of my childhood. I said I was sorry that it was impossible. But I didn’t go into too much detail. My parents didn’t tell me it was impossible. But if someone had told me something like this was going to happen, I would have said it was impossible.
But I didn’t want to upset my family. I pretended to believe them and lived my own dream inside me.