Dreams and sacrifices

When I was a boy I liked to write. It was the only thing I wanted to do with my life. I invented imaginary people and filled notebooks with their stories. – The History of Love

You know the saying, be careful what you wish for because you just might get it?

Well, that saying is true. What we want is rarely what we need. Because, in the end, whether we like it or not, what we need is to learn to appreciate what we already have. What cannot be bought, what cannot be taken from us.

But, well, we all have dreams. And dreams do come true… at a price.

I like writing. This is my dream. This is what I love doing more than anything else in the world. I love words. I love to write stories into existence.

Sometimes I write knowing that my stories will never come true.

Sometimes I write hoping they would, somehow, come true.

I write because some part of me feels lonely beyond any other way of redemption. I also write because some part of others will feel less lonely after having read my words.

But, you, those who read my words, you cannot see what lies behind the curtain, so to speak. The things you sacrifice, the people who leave, the hours you spend all alone in an empty and quiet room. Hours of introspection, hours of being but a mere shadow of life, allowing all that takes place in the world to flow through you, so you can better describe what this is. This world. This life. This thing we call being a human being.

There’s always a bit of soul selling going on in order to make our dreams come true. Time we never get back. A little bit of ourselves. A little bit of pain, of hurt, of anger, of uncertainty.

I once read that someone’s success in life is proportional to how much uncertainty that person can handle.

Funny.

I want to write until I can’t write anymore. That’s simple. That hard.

I want to write until I have no words left in me.

And I am afraid right now that that’s not going to happen.

It’s been a couple of days since someone donated. It’s been weeks since I managed to afford going to the dentist. This treatment, is urgent. I need it as soon as possible.

About $200 left to raise for the next appointment.

Overall cost of the treatment, $8,000.

If you’d like to help me out, you can donate any amount you see fit via PayPal here.

Also, you can purchase reblogs here. Advertising here. And signed paperbacks here.

Any amount at all. It doesn’t matter.

Like I say, little by little becomes a lot.

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5 comments on “Dreams and sacrifices

  1. Joan says:

    There’s always a bit of soul selling going on in order to make our dreams come true. Time we never get back. A little bit of ourselves. A little bit of pain, of hurt, of anger, of uncertainty………. WELL SAID

  2. devilsmaycry says:

    speechless, you made everything resonate with what really matters to me. Absolute Meta of who I’ve become myself. Do you mind if I share this ?

  3. arrowtarget says:

    May God bless you! Thanks for the inspiring posts.

  4. nellopudding says:

    One of my mentors congratulated me for always being pushed beyond my limits in my philosophy career, and then always over coming. This post really touched me.

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