Sound of classical guitar sounded at a distance in a park in Boston.
I was sitting on a side of a bridge, letting my heart blew with the sweet sound. Before I knew that it was almost midnight, there was someone said hello to me from behide.
"Boston is not a city where a girl comes to take a walk alone."
"Excuse me?" I asked.
"Where is your friend?"
"You are alone too." I raised my eyebrows. "Do you live here?"
That was the beginning of our conversation in a night I spent in Boston.
The girl's name was Ellen. She was originally from Canada.
Ellen once visit Boston with her family when she was young. Ever since that time, she had been dreaming she would live in this city.
"Don't stop dreaming."
She said.
"When you stop to dream, you will live without vitality."
We stop talking when the sound of guitar was quiet.
"Can you play 'Home'?" I raised my voice to ask the musician.
"Sure!" He said.
"How about 'You don't know me'?" Ellen also asked.
"Oh, that's one of my favorite song," I told her.
"These two songs cost a can of beer." The musician told us. I thought he saw beer can in Ellen's hands.
"Fine!," Ellen then threw one of her can to him."
"Why do you request that song?" Ellen asked me. "You miss home?"
"Kinda."
She asked what I was doing here.
People who leave home to come across the world usually do it to follow their dreams, Ellen said so.
"I am a dreamer," Ellen mentioned. "What about you?"
"I either am." I told her. "But nonsense dream."
She giggled and said there were not any dreams that were nonsense. It was just whether I already found reasons to make the dream come true.
"I want to travel around the world." This was Ellen's dream.
"I want a family, sweet family, and a cute house." I told her finally after she pestered me to tell her about my dream.
"I wish there would be someone waiting for me home."
"Your dream is so simple."
I laughed. I realized that even though it sounded simple and plain, but it's not that easy to make it true.
"She's not in town, would you give her a song for free?" Ellen asked the musician.
She then nodded her face, telling me to pick a song when the guy agreed.
"I wish you love."
"For whom?" Ellen asked.
"I just like it."
"C'mon" she didn't let go.
"Well, I dream to find the one I would sing this song to."
"You're not a good liar."
I laughed.
I walked back to a place I stayed.
A question of Ellen's kept spinning in my mind.
It was a question I once have asked someone and that made him stop and think.
It was a question I was asked when I was young, and answered the ones who asked me,
"I want to be like my dad."
What if you are asked this question, what would you answer?
"Do you have a dream?"
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"What do you do?" A guy asked me while he was unpacking a needle.
"I am a babysitter." I told him.
"Good."
"Well, not that good." I smiley replied.
"Good for the start." He winked at me.
"I hate that." I told him while looking at a needle in his hand."
"It won't hurt, I promise." He said.
I turned my face to another way when he touched the needle on my arm.
"C'mon, you're not a little girl."
"Sorry, I am chicken."
He laughed.
"How long have you been here?" I asked him when he finished giving me the shot.
"5 Years."
"Is it hard at the start?" I continued my interview.
"Everything are hard at the beginning, sweetie." He then stuck a bandage on my arm.
"People think you're stink."
"Are you serious?" I raised my eyebrows.
"Because they wear perfume or cologne, but we don't"
I laughed and thanked him before I would left the stall.
"But you know what the most important thing is?"
"Yes?"
"Do not let your dream die."
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Dream?
I also have.
And they are many dreams, not only one dream.
I wish I could dedicate my life helping people.
I wish I would spend my life doing things to people around instead of only focusing on my own life.
I wish I would have a peaceful and beautiful life.
I wish I would be good and worth enough for being wanted and for someone to love.
I wish I would have a sweet family.
etc....
Some of those dreams, I am pursuiting.
Some of those dreams, I am trying to make them come true.
While some of those dreams, I already give up on them.
I know that dreams are beautiful themselves.
And life which is fulled of dream is lively, sparkling, and worthy.
But, another thing I know is
when we follow the dream;
we pursuit the dream;
and, finally, when we get to the dream;
the dream we have been dreaming is not there anymore.
But only the truth there for us to deal with.
