I wasn't easy.
I really don't know how you managed to make me feel better. Even when I felt like all hope is lost, you were there. Guiding me. Talking to me. Ensuring me that all will be fine. So it didn't matter. It didn't matter because I didn't need the world as long as you believed in me. And you did. And so, I did. I knew I was good enough because you showed me that I was. And I worked. Hard. To show you: you were right ma. I don't have to listen to the others. To those foolish people who thought I was stupid. I knew I wasn't, I knew I could do whatever I want if I put my heart to it. I knew it, because you said it.

It didn't matter if I didn't believe in myself. You did. And that was enough.

I worked hard. To get the grades. Which I got. To get the course. Which I didn't.

Why did you lie?

What happened to doing whatever I want?  All of a sudden, you didn't believe in my judgement? All of a sudden, this dream of mine that I've been carrying with me is bogus?

The funny thing is, after a while, I thought it was too. A phase. A pathetic day dream that would pass. Because I didn't do anything about it. I didn't work in the holidays because I felt like I've already worked for a year. What kind of passion is this when I never do anything about it. So have I been lying to myself? All this time, all that I knew, all that was me. Was that a lie?

What dream? I don't believe in dreams anymore. Why?

You taught me that dreams are lies.