Saturday, January 2, 2010

The Chase

It's early again and here I sit in front of my computer, writing my heart out, feelings to blog. I am waiting for you. I am waiting for you to realize your fears for what they are. I am waiting for you to realize that your logic and what you think are your heart strings pulling at you are no more than fear and the desire for comfort.

These feelings, perhaps they are real. Perhaps you should heed them. Then again, perhaps they are demons and devils luring you down the wrong path, the evil spirit of contentment, the very demon that has won his victory the moment you are lying on your death bed and looking back at your life and saying 'Why didn't I do this? Why didn't I chase that dream? Why did I settle for contentment?' 'This could have worked out,' you will say. 'What a fool I was to worry about this and that. Life WAS far too short to worry about those thing. If only I could have seen it back then.'

Maybe I'm not a dream you should chase. I don't know for certain but I hope I am. Yet there are so many other dreams in life for you to chase. There are so many things to do and you shouldn't live one minute longer without them. And if someone outside of you is stopping you from doing it, well, let them be damned! People who stop you from living have a name. They are called murderers, those who take life from you. Don't let them take your life from you. Don't let them steal your dreams. You may not be able to have it all but you can sure try.

Be damned the doubters and the jealous, the sceptics and the realist. 'Who cares if I never reach the moon,' I tell them. 'At least I tried and that's saying a lot more than most.' 'Who cares if I never paint that masterpiece or write that best selling novel. At least I had the balls to dream!'

Let them be damned. And may you never stop dreaming, even in the face of calamity, even in the face of ridicule and criticism. Without dreams we are just animals, etching out a meager existence. I don't want to be that. I don't want to go to my death bed knowing I sold out because I was afraid or because that's what someone told me to do. No. Not this guy and not you, hopefully.

-Love Nosmo

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