When I was six I knew what I wanted to do with my life. I wanted to write. To create life where there was none. I wanted to breathe existence into the characters in my mind, so that others could enjoy them as much as I did. I wanted to take people away from tedium, boredom and the mundane. I wanted to lift. To exhilarate. To present diamonds to the world so that they may look into their sparkle and sigh, fulfilled.
Then life happened. It is true that we lose everything in growing up. Every year, every day, puts another layer of grime on top of the shiny diamonds we start out being.
If we’re really lucky, we will find a way to polish the coal that we have become. But only if we’re lucky. If we’re able to let go of the grime that has built up over the ensuing years, we can come back to our childhood dreams one day…try once again to make them happen. But you have to be willing to let go of the baggage. Whatever your dream is (or was), you will never achieve it if you hold on to all that crap that took you away from it. You have to float out above the detritus, try to picture yourself in the future—a future where your dream has already come true. Then you dig your heels in and you take yourself there. Don’t let anybody stop you.
Your dream may not be writing. That doesn’t matter. It’s time to scrub away the baggage and move on. BE THE DIAMOND. Follow your dreams…