He looked around the walls of his room. The walls painted in a cream brown that soaked in the light. His room was his cave, his palace, his oasis of dreams to be. In his room, he could journey into his soul.
He wanted to be alive but the walls of his room trapped him. They kept him safe. They kept him lost in dreams of a life to be. In the present life, he found no joy and happiness. Outside his walls, life was mundane and dull. The outside world promised nothing but sadness and a dip into an ocean of broken dreams. The eyes of defeated mothers who raised their 30-year-old rapper, the eyes of defeated fathers who their daughters settled to be sidekicks to 60-year-old hood-rich millionaires. This life dulled the light he absorbed in his room.
He knew that evidently, he’ll have to move out of his room. He feared being like the 30-year-old rapper. Doesn’t the rapper realise that he is old? Why was he still holding on to a dying dream? Give up already! You old! Get a job, a real job! As his judgmental mind criticized the young rapper relentlessly in his dream, he realized that he too was walking in the same shoes.
One night, he lay up looking into the ceiling. The ceiling, the midnight portal of wonder. He looked in his future and wondered would he eventually drive a Range Rover. Will the day come when he will buy two tickets to Dubai for his parents? Will he live in that estate in the sticks, with enough money to watch his children grow? His arms crossed behind his head, he felt his brain begin to work a plan to get him to his dreams.
The night continued and the morning came. As the first rays of sun pierced his room, he was already awake working on his plan. His plan a simple one. He wrote on a piece of paper the amount of money he believed he needed for his dreams to be a reality. He spent the whole night calculating how much that cost will be. He wrote the amount on a square, yellow sticker and attached it behind his dairy. He thought to himself that each night that he wrote in his diary, he would look at the paper and remember that his dreams had a price that he only had to pay.
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