Do not let anyone steel your dream

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I remeber as a small child when would have these gatherings with either family of friends. Invariably somebay would come up and mention my "cuteness" and ask,"what are you going to be when you grow up?"

Well, it started out being a hero or some kinds of superstars. Later it was a scientist, lawyer ,journalist ---- As I grew up and got into the university, there was the simliar question"what is your major", which is designed to find out what I would be when I "grew up".

By then I had my heart set on becoming an engineer, since I had began to study the coursed in the university. During the following years, the methodical coursed of study, the challenging experiments, the interweaving of theory and practice, and the tangible results of a successful experiment all appealed to my disciplined and inquisitive nature.

However, for many, there is a "thief",which goes around stealing our dreams and robbing us of the necessary mental state to attain our goals. Sometimes,the thief will come as a parent ,a relative ,a friend of a co-worker, but the greatest thief is ,so many times ,just ourselves.
We find ourselves just about reaching the pinnacle, and this small voice inside says,"You will never make it ""You can not possibly do this""Very few have ever done this successfully". And on and on the small voice pridicts some kind of failure.FAILURE, though ,is exactly how dreams are realized. It is one of the most important tools we have,because it teaches us invaluable lessons. And ,when we learn these lessons well, we are posied an ready ofr success, which is probably just around the corner.

There are no overnight success, but with perseverance ,it will come,Imagine yourself in the life you dream of living. Then in your heart,believe it will happen for you,as it has for others,. Then ,work,work,work,work,.You get the picture.

So, be true to your dream, and do not let anyone steal it from you-especially yourself.You can do anything your heart desires,do dont give up or give in. LTE THE DREAM IN YOUR LIVE.

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