Wish Upon A Star

Gadgets and Gizmos a Plenty
When looking back on my past, I think of the small treasures that I held dear. The small nothings that were the most important things in my life. The small things that captured the simple bliss of not being aware of the struggles the rest of the world faces. My picture includes two shelves full of stuffed animals and trinkets that I loved when I was little. I often found comfort in my soft red-hearted stuffed dog, Sweetly. Or my other vibrantly colored stuffed animals of some of my favorite Disney characters, Flounder and Mike Wazowski. These mementos now take me back to a time when curiosity got the best of me, when exploring was my passion, when dreams were real.
At the time, I hated reading but loved watching movies, especially Disney movies. My best friends were magical characters. My idols were princesses. My reality distorted and full of the promise of Neverland, Atlantis, Prince Charming, castles, and anything you could imagine. Each day I was someone new, a mermaid or a fairy or a princess. I could pretend I was anyone doing anything I wanted. My life was purely my choice. I was in love with something unattainable, only, I didn’t know this at the time. I was a child full of hopes and dreams. I was like fresh snow waiting to be ruined by footprints.
A Whole New World
When I started middle school and eventually high school, my dreams were simply thoughts pushed to the back of my mind. As my free time dwindled away replaced by school, homework, and sports, my first loves were slowly fleeing leaving behind distant memories. However, I found new loves; sports, Netflix, friends, and most importantly, reading. I still attempted to forget about the outside world, but instead of watching Disney movies, I would read. Now that I wasn’t being forced to read books, I found I actually wanted to. I read cheesy teen romance. I read about dystopian futures. I read about old fairy tales with modern twists. I could still be a princess, or a spy, or a robot, or anything I wanted.

This pretending was new. I now understood more about life and had my own responsibilities. I was thinking of my future and stressing over my grades. I was now someone who faced struggles, as minor as they may be. However, every spare second I had, I was back to my little safe haven of new characters and far away lands. I was living vicariously through my books, while still living my normal teen life. My worries, stresses, and anxieties still lived and grew in my head, but got overshadowed when I was reading. My snow had footprints, footprints of experience.

I can Go the Distance
I often think about my future. Actually, I often stress about my future. I think of college, of being alone, of trying to find a stable job, falling in love, starting a family, and even growing old. I worry, then think that it’s the future and I don’t have to worry about it right now. But I know it will come sooner rather than later and I should be prepared. In my picture, I have a clock and an hourglass. The clock represents time whereas the hourglass represents time running out. This symbolizes how my future is fast approaching and how I hope to have enough time to pursue my dreams and accomplish my goals. I hope that when time really does run out, I’m ready and have lived my life with purpose. I also included a candle in my picture to stand for peace and serenity. I don’t want to forever be stressed or anxious, I want to almost flow through life with bliss. Almost like when I was a child, living without a care in the world. My last item in my picture is a book. I hope that in the future I will have had many different experiences and many different stories to tell, as well as still have a love for reading. I also hope to always learn new things and be knowledgeable. I hope my dreams finally come true. I hope the snow has melted and I become a drop of water in an ocean.