The more I think about the levels of mediocrity in my daily life, the more I want things -everything, really- to change. I don’t want to feel like I’m settling for the rest of my life. I don’t want to live paycheck to paycheck. I don’t want to constantly be hoping that things will just sort of fall into place.
I’ve tried three different paths, education wise (and quit all three): interior design, cosmetology, and business (the last one online). You know what those three things have in common? I’m not even remotely passionate about them. I mean, interior design is neat, but I think I was watching a little too much HGTV or something. It’s not at all what I want out of life. Not even close.
You know the only thing I’ve ever really wanted to do? Since I was a little kid? I wanted to write. Even before I was into reading, I wanted to write. You know what I rarely do even though, honestly, I’m pretty good at? Write. Why? What’s wrong with me? Laziness, basically. Making stuff up can be hard. You have to make up EVERYTHING. You have to make up a person. You decide who they are, who they love and hate, their quirks and their fears. You give them a family and a history, even if some of it is only in your head to help you make the character a whole person (Dumbledore being gay, for example). You make their friends, their job, their car, their childhood memories. You make their friends lives. You decide how they talk, how they interact with people and the world around them. That’s not even the story. You need a plot and conflict and resolution. You need to create an entire world, that exists in your head alone, and then there’s a massive chance that you’ll hate it. Someone else (everyone else?) will hate it. What do you do then?
You shrug it off and keep going because this is your dream, god damn it, and you follow your fucking dream! You chase that dream down and make it your bitch.
Or you can daydream about someday accomplishing something you’ll finally be proud of while you work bullshit jobs, scrape by, settle.
So here is where I step up and ask myself, because it’s time to decide:
Do you follow your dreams, or do you settle?
Fuck you, laziness. I’m gonna hunt this dream down, shoot it, and have it stuffed and mounted on my wall. Let that be a lesson to you other dreams out there… people are coming to get you. And we are determined.