I do this quite often. Sitting in my polka-dot pajamas, next to my loyal Chihuahua, rewinding my dreams over in my mind, countless times. Mind you, it is 2am. I have always seen people struggle. At an early age, I became totally aware that life was not always smiles. That life was nothing to be gambled with or taken lightly. But the same thoughts I always elaborate on. How relaxing it would be not to struggle? But as I have heard before, without struggle there is no progress. I dream of furthering my education. I would love to be a magazine editor. It would be awesome to treat myself to that awfully expensive, beautiful Michael Kors bag that I so love, without being booted from my apartment. I want to be more than financially stable. I dream of children that I will raise to be respectable, wise, and productive members of our society. And then the doubt kicks in. Lately, I have found myself pushing that doubt into the back of my mind. Every person that achieves a dream, once only thought of them in the confines of their mind. For every action, there is a reaction. And for every dream truly sought after with belief, strength, and resilience I believe there is true beauty in that.