The pages call my name. The blank white canvass’ want to be full. They beg me to fill them and oh how they beg. I have nothing to prove and I have no skin in the game. Far from it, I just want to create. Bring the worlds inside my mind into your living room. I talk about the epic wars that cost the lives of my dear friends. Would you like to hear about them? The pages do. The pages listen to all my stories. They let me build my thoughts into material worlds. My stories are not a small voice in an abyss; they are a roar. What is my drive? I don’t have one. I write because I write. I write therefore I am. Like I said I have nothing to prove and nothing to gain by writing I simply do. Do you know how hard it is to get published? I’m sorry, did I ask you? I do not care; this is my dream and I will never give it up. I write because I have to. If I don’t write then I am not whole. It is a part of me.

If people always gave u; because it was hard to succeed then what world would we be in? The dreams would have given up. No Walt Disney among the plethora of others. I am not comparing myself to the greatness of Walt. But like him, I am a dreamer. In my thought about becoming a writer; never once does the possibility of money enter into the thoughts. I never think to become a big shot writer; I just want to write. Sure it would be great to make money at writing but that is not why I do it. Writing is my dream and I live that dream in the pages. The pages know my name and they call my all the time. The words flow through my fingers as the pages fill with my thoughts. The pages are why I write. If I did not write then the pages would be empty. What use do empty pages have? The pages want to be filled and I will fill them.

So you want to write goofy stories? That’s what you want to do with your life?Creating these stories is not want I want to do… It is what a have to do. As a dreamer, I will not wake up until I make my dream happen. Working towards a dream is effortless. Neglecting to work on a dream is when it becomes a nightmare. I give myself to my dream it is a part of me. I will never stop working toward it. Because eventually, I will achieve it. One day… One day… one day always comes. I may not be the biggest, the strongest, the best but I am me; and that’s enough. I am enough to work at this dream. One day always comes. Complacency is the enemy of dreaming. Reach for the stars and grab one. Hold it in your hand and whisper the wisdom you have learned and pass it on to the next generation of dreamers…

What do you dream about? What dream do you live for? Your dream can not be an “I think…” or a “Well I guess…” statement it is a quick answer. It is the thing you want more than anything else in this world. Please never stop dreaming. Once we stop dreaming, we stop living. Without dreamers live would horrible. Dreams do not have a paycheck or a 401K plan but they give much more. They give us meaning and hope. Poet Robert Lax once said to his friend Thomas Merton, “All that is necessary to be a saint is to want to be one…” What do you want to be? All you need is to want to be one and then work at it. Live your dreams and follow us dreamers and who knows you might make it.

But I have to go; because the pages are calling…