Debris of a dream

She thought she was courageous, that she believed in the strength and power of her dreams. She hoped and strived and tried to move forward, live the life of her dreams, realise her aspirations. But whenever she took a step forward, she was pushed two steps back. Whenever she tried to rise up, she was pulled down. Why? She didn't get the answer to this question. So she tried to ignore it and still pursue her dreams. But again she was attacked by the people, who themselves didn't have a dream, and she thought they were jealous of her and her dream. So she again got up, forgetting all her sorrow, tried to move forward and fulfil her dream. And again she was pulled back by the customs and hurdles of the society. But this time someone told her the answer to her unanswered question. And it was this answer that broke her into pieces, millions of pieces, so minute that they could never be repaired or fixed. The answer she got was- Dreams are not meant to be fulfilled. They are just meant to be broken. And thus, no one has the right to dream. After hearing this, her ideologies were shaken and she was deterred. She asked herself, Don't I have the right to dream? Why do dreams, my dreams, hurt everyone so much? Keeping in mind this fact, she stopped her journey, the pursuit of her dreams. She no longer was proud of her courage to dream but instead felt like a fool who had dared to dream. Her dreams were demolished now, just like her. But no one could see the debris. And the pain that she experienced in all of this, was worse than the worst nightmare. It was like when you get out of your bed, all cheerful that today is your birthday and just as you move out of your room, you see a funeral taking place. You are shocked and as you move forward to see who has died, you realise it is that part of you which had died just yesterday when your dreams were broken.

In the end I would just like to ask this question, do we really have the right to dream? Does this society really allow us to pursue our dreams? Become what we want to? Do what we want to?Unfortunately, the answer to these questions is one I don't even want to type, because I don't want to accept it.