I saw this quote and instantly thought of this poem by Langston Hughes. What's keeping you from fulfilling your dreams?
A Dream Deferred by Langston Hughes
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?
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