Friday Review: Don’t Listen to Your Parents by Andrew Krehbiel

Don'tListen_cover (1)Listen. Not hear, listen. Without judgement. I don’t have to believe in everything they say. They’re human. I’m human. I have to remind myself to hear them out. They might give me an idea of how to live.

Andrew Krehbiel is trying to change the world through his writing. His essays on freedom, religion, sex, and so on are compelling to read. After all, we get to see inside someone else’s mind.

But this book is more about thinking for yourself than anything else. It’s about finding your own truth, your own path, your own beliefs. It’s about arriving at a certain conclusion and being damn certain that you’re the one responsible for it.

And, yes, I believe his is right. You can only arrive at the conclusion that you are becoming more than what your environment has shaped when you decide to shape your environment.

A remarkable read indeed.


Andrew Krehbiel resides somewhere in the United States. He’s a young adult trying to make this world a better place through writing. While he’s not writing, he’s either driving people around town, eating, meditating, or sleeping. His parents loved him as a child, but he’s not listening to their actions any more. 

You can purchase Don’t Listen to Your Parents on and Barnes and Noble.

You can also get in touch with the author via social media. His Facebook Page is here. His Twitter account here.

The baby.

babyIf you write long enough odds are that you’ll start working on a story for longer than normal. Odds are that you’ll try to make it perfect, even when it’s clear that you’re just afraid to let it go. You’ll fear rejection and bad reviews. You’ll think you’re not good enough to write the story the way it deserves to be written. You haven’t lived long enough and stuff like that.

Maybe you do so because you feel this story’s the “one.” This is the story where you actually say something no one else can, where you leave behind more of you than you’ve done before. It’s a story that defines who you are more than anything else ever written. Continue reading


what2“The blank page is yours. Cast aside worries over art and criticism. Imagine a land without rules. Imagine that nobody has ever told you that you cannot or should not do this thing. Those people were wrong.” Chuck Wendig

You know what’s the one thing I find to be equally fascinating and terrifying?

A blank page.

It’s the scariest thing… because that page doesn’t care who you are or what you wrote before sitting down at the desk, doesn’t care how many people are waiting to read your words… it just stays empty until you write something. Continue reading

A long time ago

time2On a cold and dark night of December I wrote my first story. It was for the first time that I had the vision, that my eyes saw more than what was right there, in front of me, that my ears heard more, and my mouth wanted to speak in a voice that was louder than ever before.

I wanted to reach people, I wanted to share with them the same dream I had. It was happiness in a way that you know it can only last for a few moments, that kind of happiness you could never expect to last longer. I was happy because I knew what I wanted to do for the rest of my life. Continue reading

Before it’s too late…

Imagine the few moments before your death. The few moments when your whole life will flash before your eyes. Is it worth watching?

Odds are that you’ll feel regret. All the “what ifs” that can no longer be acted upon, all your broken dreams and hopes and ideas. All the happiness that you could’ve created. All the help you could’ve given others. Continue reading

More than a dream

I often say that people should set short time achievable goals and crazy long term dreams. The thing is, we live in a world of small steps. Even though we don’t like to admit it, even though we often choose to search for a shortcut, progress is an extremely slow process. Excruciatingly so at times.

So it’s understandable that this year I set out to write. That’s the most important thing a writer can do. Then, I wanted to sell a few books. Not a precise number… I just wanted to sell a few books. Self-publishers know how difficult it is to sell just one copy of your book. Not ten, not a thousand, just one. Continue reading


greatness“We grow great by dreams. All big men are dreamers.
They see things in the soft haze of a spring day or in the red fire of a long winter’s evening.
Some of us let these great dreams die, but others nourish and protect them;
nurse them through bad days till they bring them to the sunshine and light
which comes always to those who sincerely hope that their dreams will come true. “
– Woodrow Wilson

People like to believe talent, luck, success, skill to be given to you by… don’t know. They’re just given to you, I suppose. They’re just things you recognize in other people, but never in yourself.

People tend to believe that greatness cannot be achieved. It is granted.

I say this is wrong.

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