Dreams.

As a child i was always told to always dream big. Anything is possible if you put your mind to it. The sky is the limit. To shoot for the moon for if i miss i will still be with the stars. And other catchy annoying little phrases. Naturally i became a dreamer. 

I didn't live in a world of fantasy and think my dreams would magically come true. I knew hard work and dedication were the key. Being the stubborn and determined person i am, little by little my dream slowly became into existence.  My dream became my identity. 

But what happens when you wake up from your dream? or you realized it was never what you really wanted? Does all the work you put into making it happen get thrown away?  Do the sacrifices that were made suddenly count for nothing? Does changing your dream make you a quitter?