Just a quick sonnet I wrote while contemplating the delicate balance between dreaming big and the challenges of life one may face. As a kid, I always thought I'd be a veterinarian, working hard to help everyone feel better, and at the end of the day, I'd drive a fancy car back to the big house I'd own, and spend time with the ones I love.

But it's never as easy as that. Life happens, and it happens fast. Sometimes people die. Sometimes there's no money left on the table for food. Sometimes you find yourself wrestling with your innermost self, sick with the struggle of every day.

Disasters are made of dreams. But if you look hard enough, you just might find a dream hidden in every disaster.