In the realm of dreams, where ambitions reside,
A journey begins, with hope as our guide.
Yet, the path is not smooth, nor the climb gentle,
Each step a struggle, each hurdle monumental.

The vision in sight, yet so far away,
Each dawn brings hope, yet each dusk dismay.
In the pursuit of dreams, the heart grows weary,
The eyes grow dim, the soul feels dreary.

The world may scoff, and friends may depart,
Yet, the dream persists, in the depths of the heart.
Each failure, a lesson, each fall, a test,
In the school of life, there's no time for rest.

Yet, in these hardships, a beauty is found,
A strength within, a resolve profound.
For the journey, not the destination, shapes our worth,
In the crucible of trials, we find our rebirth.

So, dear dreamer, wear your scars with pride,
For they are the proof of the storms you've defied.
Remember, each struggle, each tear, each groan,
Is but a stepping stone towards the throne.

In the end, it's not about the glory or the fame,
But the person you become, the strength you claim.
For the hardships you face, the trials you endure,
Shape a soul that's resilient, pure, and sure.

So, smile, dear dreamer, and embrace the strife,
For it's in the struggle, we truly find life.
And remember, no matter how steep the climb,
The view from the top is always sublime.
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