My American Dream

As I lay on my deathbed, only a few painful breaths from the eternal slumber, my mind is being ripped apart by thousands of emotions and memories [] which give me both deep pain and almost euphoric happiness. Were all my dreams and ambitions fulfilled in my short time on this planet, or have I wasted my whole life only doing what I thought was right? Whatever the answer to that question, I still will never …

…made my life complete. [] But still the question remains; did I live my life as a dream? I think I will never find an answer to satisfy myself as the term “dream” is so vague and I had yet to wake up from it. I would like to say that my life became my dream. For as the great philosopher Anon once said, “To those who can dream there is no such place as faraway.”