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Rediscovering Purpose
Reflections on a Decade of Lost Dreams & Hope Through New Goals
As a kid, I was a dreamer; I dreamt a lot.
I had big goals, and as I said, I was daydreaming all the time. There was one dream I always had since I was a little kid: I wanted to go to the USA for a long period of time, or maybe even move there. I was so determined about that dream; people thought I was crazy.
Talking about moving to another country at such a young age was something which was not very common where I lived.
I grew up in the countryside; people there lived a good but regular life. I always knew I wanted more. I also never really liked life in a village. I thought I didn’t really belong there, and I really had a hard time fitting in for a long time, even at school.
People thought I would be a dreamer and that I didn’t really care about reality. People even said I should stop dreaming and start getting better in school. What a joke, I thought. Still, it made me feel sad and depressed sometimes. Sometimes I even thought there was something wrong with me.
I sometimes even wished I belonged to the other groups and that I didn’t have such big dreams and goals for my future. I saw the life I wanted before my eyes, and it felt very real.
