My Believe in Yourself essay

Once upon a time the great Songwriter gave a breath of life and a song full of dreams and purpose to each of His creations. After placing the finishing touches on each of His masterpieces, He sent them one by one to Earth. We are those creations, and each one of us was born with a song on our lips and its lyrics sat on the tips of our tongues. Our song will help guide us to our destiny, and the lyrics tell the story of our success to come. While we were still infants, the great Songwriter sang our song to us as our dreams carried us away. We got older and the song remained in our hearts, and as our bodies grew so did our dreams. As children, we dreamed fantastic dreams of princesses and sword fights, magical dances with trees and journeys on the wings of birds. Each dream added a verse to our song about our conquests and victories, our hopes and fantasies. We continued to grow and sing until one day we were told that the days of fantasy had to end. So, we put away our swords and dolls and replaced them with realism and sensibility. When we looked around, all we could see were the shards of others’ broken dreams. The sound of unfinished songs and incomplete lyrics began to drown out the music that played in our hearts. Before long, we forgot what it felt like to dream and sing. The world that had once been a magical place had now become a place of disappointment and broken hopes. At night we would have dreams of grabbing stars and placing them in our pockets, but when we awoke we were empty handed. We began to sing the songs of complacency and mediocrity so well that we forget that our own song was full of brilliance and triumph. Our own songs carried us over rainbows, because it was given to us by a Spirit that has touched all reaches of the galaxy. Although it may feel as though our lips cannot form the words, our soul remembers the melody and the lyrics still linger. We can find them if we can remember what we knew as children: we are only as big as our dreams and our arms can reach as far as our mind can stretch. There exists a unique purpose for each of us in this world, and we have a song to share that humanity needs to hear. The melody is stained with tears, and the lyrics to our story are continuously unfolding. It is punctuated with the staccato of laughter, and the crescendo of each overcome trial. The song is your song. It can only be sung by you. Have the courage to dream when others cannot. Dare to sing when the world says that you are off-key. The whole of humanity is awaiting your verse, and the world is waiting to dance to your melody.