Dreams: The Navigator of Our Lives
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"What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up? Like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore--And then run? Does it stink like rotten meat Or crust and sugar over--Like a syrupy sweet? Maybe it just sags Like a heavy load Or does it explode?" Our dreams are what keep us going; they motivate us to wake up every morning and put our best foot forward. In the low points of our lives, dreams are what tell us to get back up and keep trying. But what would happen if these dreams were taken away from us and we weren't given a chance to chase them? How would we go on? In the poem above by Langston Hughes, all the lines imply that the "dream" is already somewhat dead and unattainable. To show this, Hughes uses the words, "dry up, fester, stink, crust, sag and explode". The poem portrays the dream as "lost" and unattainable. However, the dream is being lost not because the chasers were not hard-working but because they were never given an or ...