the rain drops and the bridge



Yesterday I came across a short article "Working on a Dream". DREAM, a powerful word. When I think about it, I always imagine myself standing on a mountain cliff and there is a wide green field ahead of me with blue clear sky. I can see everything even the tiniest lifeless objects. 


The path to my dream was supposed to be a map of directions, and always well-known by me. Realities, however, keep me in a routine. Sometimes, I wonder if I'm really working towards my dream. 

Am I on the right track?   


Looked out from the car, the rain drops curtained the bridge and the top of the bridge was almost invisible. 

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