The girl’s dream was always about adventuring. Those kinds of adventures Indiana Jones and Lara Croft had. Or discover new places. Places she read when she was little. Trying new things. Things she watch Steve Irwin did in her favorite channel.
Yet she walk the path where leads her to be locked in a room. With piles of papers to work to. And people tell her what to do. Same routine everyday. Where she can always guess accurately what will happen when she woke up. What will she do afterwards.
The girl realize. Those dreams she thought she lost, were remain her dreams in the present. While, as she walk her path she’s walking further from it.
Quite an irony, isn’t it?