Why did
I do this? I’ve been going over that same question for myself for the past 2
days by now I’m sure. I don’t want to bore you – Whoever might be reading this
with this right now – with an over embellishment of flowery verbiage and
articulate imagery painted with well-constructed sentences. I kind of want to
start this off by getting right to the point, I began this blog because I have
nothing else. I don’t have anything at all in my life, in my soul. Yes I do
have family and friends, I have a car and a job but I don’t have anything else
that I am supposed to do, that I enjoy doing.
I have
always had a passion for writing, I have loved it since the day I was born I am
sure. Since kindergarten I would write little stories, spending hours and hours
on end in my own home and just making things up. I always told myself that this
was what I was going to do with my life, this was what I wanted to do for the
rest of my life and I just needed to do it. I wrote all day, every day until I
graduated highschool. In all reality everything before this is just what motivated
me up to this point in my life, I don’t want to go into too much detail. Every
little moment in my life told me that I was born to do this one thing, to be an
author, to live my dream. But when I graduated highschool, that all powerful
moment in everyone’s life when they become an adult struck me while my eyes
were closed and knocked me down. You find out that life is hard, you become
stifled because bills begin to pile up and debt gets hard. Of course, not everyone’s
life is like this exactly but what I am trying to say is life can get hard. It
causes you to forget your dream, to forget what you really wanted and cause you
to want to lose yourself. For me I would write as a hobby but forgot that it
was what I told myself I would always do with my life.
I distracted
myself moving like a toy wound up by the back and made to move along a
predestined rut. I was unthinking and lifeless, simply moving through the
motions of being a working man, I ended up working in a call center for 3 years
and I am still working in that same industry to this day never once thinking too
much of my dream, I even tried to be a dentist. But as my life became dull, and
I became less happy, less driven to go to work every day, I started writing
more, writing every day, all day and I remembered what it was. I remembered who
I was. I remembered my dream and I guess in a way this is my way of actually
seeing it through.
I made
this blog mainly because I want to get this passion out there, I want to let
the world see that a dream is possible. I started my blog because I want to
take action and I want to share it with everyone out there in life. I want
those who feel as though their dreams are unattainable to know that that isn’t
the case.
I want
to share a piece of a regular mans life with those people who need to know that
ordinary people aren’t barred from doing extraordinary things. And I am not
being dramatic, I just realized one day that this thing, this reality that we
live in is not pitted against us, no it is not a wall that is pushing us away,
rather its just a road that is filled with glass and spikes and thick sand and
it is really difficult to trek, but that does not mean it is impossible.
Yes it
will be hard and the road will not always be fun but, as long as your and my
soul are strong and the heart is willing and determined it is possible. Maybe
not today or tomorrow but eventually we can get there.
This is
my opinion on impossible and possible. This is just me; a regular guy tackling
my dream, I need your help and in turn I hope that anything I write can help
you, motivate you. I will try to post something at least twice a week if not
more. If you are the type to pray please pray for me all those who are having
trouble reaching their dreams and if you want I will pray for you, hopefully my
research and my story and anything I share speaks to you.
I’ll see you later
With love and a smile.
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