Have you ever wondered what happens to our childhood dreams once we grow up and abandon them? Is there a place where all our lost dreams and dashed hopes are stored? Do they just fade away and cease to exist like morning mists in the afternoon heat? Or maybe they're never really gone. Just hidden and buried in the deepest, darkest corners of our minds. Imagine a graveyard filled with gravestones marked with words like:
Aria Hunt used to dream of becoming an astronaut.
1995-2000
Nothing lasts forever. Not even the stars.
Fascinating, isn't it? There might even be mausoleums for bigger dreams and wishes. Wouldn't it be amazing if there actually is a graveyard of dreams? It would be called 'The Cemetery of Forgotten Dreams'. Our dreams, whether big or small, are fleeting and transitory. I guess it's true that nothing lasts forever. Not even the stars.
P.S. God bless you.
